ork, beginning from the rudiments, and
forgetting subtle arguments."

"Forgetting yourself," said Ethel.

"Right. I want to have no leisure to think about myself," said Norman.
"I am never so happy as at such times."

"And you want to find work so far away?"

"I cannot help feeling drawn towards those southern seas. I am glad you
can give me good-speed. But what do you think about my father?"

Ethel thought and thought. "I know he would not hinder you," she
repeated.

"But you dread the pain for him? I had talked to Tom about taking his
profession; but the poor boy thinks he dislikes it greatly, though, I
believe, his real taste lies that way, and his aversion only arises a
few grand notions he has picked up, out of which I could soon talk him."

"Tom will not stand in your place," said Ethel.

"He will be more equable and more to be depended upon," said Norman.
"None of you appreciate Tom. However, you must hear my alternative. If
you think my going would be too much grief for papa, or if Tom be set
against helping him in his practice, there is an evident leading of
Providence, showing that I am unworthy of this work. In that case I
would go abroad and throw myself, at once, with all my might, into the
study of medicine, and get ready to give my father some rest. It is a
shame that all his sons should turn away from his profession."

"I am more than ever amazed!" cried Ethel. "I thought you detested it. I
thought papa never wished it for you. He said you had not nerve."

"He was always full of the tenderest consideration for me," said Norman.
"With Heaven to help him, a man may have nerve for whatever is his
duty."

"How he would like to have you to watch and help. But New Zealand would
be so glorious!"

"Glory is not for me," said Norman. "Understand, Ethel, the choice is
New Zealand, or going at once--at once, mind--to study at Edinburgh or
Paris."

"New Zealand at once?" said Ethel.

"I suppose I mast stay for divinity lectures, but my intention must
be avowed," said Norman hastily. "And now, will you sound my father? I
cannot."

"I can't sound," said Ethel. "I can only do things point-blank."

"Do then," said Norman, "any way you can! Only let me know which is best
for him. You get all the disagreeable things to do, good old unready
one," he added kindly. "I believe you are the one who would be shoved in
front, if we were obliged to face a basilisk."

The brightness that had come over Norman,