n't know when I have felt so well," said Lawrence eagerly.

"Bless my soul!" cried the old lawyer, opening and shutting his
snuff-box as if for the purpose of hearing it snap, and sending the fine
dust flying, "what a young impostor you are! Here, let's get our bill
paid, and our traps on board. There's no time to spare."

Lawrence's face brightened again, and he left the room.

"Tell you what, professor," said Mr Burne, "you and I have been ready
to quarrel several times over about what we do not understand. Now,
look here. I want to enjoy this trip. What do you say to burying the
hatchet?"

"Burying the hatchet? Oh! I see. Let there be peace."

"To be sure," cried the lawyer, shaking hands warmly, "and we'll keep
the fighting for all the Greeks, Turks, brigands, and the like who
interfere with us."

"With all my heart," said the professor smiling; but Mr Burne still
lingered as if he had something to say.

"Fact is," he exclaimed at last, "I'm a curious crotchety sort of
fellow. Had too much law, and got coated over with it; but I'm not bad
inside when you come to know me."

"I'm sure you are not, Burne," said the professor warmly; "and if you
come to that, I have spent so many years dealing with dead authors, and
digging up musty legends, that I am abstracted and dreamy. I do not
understand my fellow-men as I should, but really I esteem you very
highly for the deep interest you take in Lawrence."

"That's why I esteem you, sir," said the lawyer; "and--no, I won't take
any more snuff now; it makes you sneeze. There, be off, and get ready
while I pay the bills."

That evening, in the golden glow of the setting sun, they set sail for
Smyrna.

CHAPTER FIVE.

SOME FELLOW-TRAVELLERS.

It was one bright morning, after a delightful passage, that the steamer
made its way into the port of Smyrna, where everything around seemed to
be full of novelty--strange craft manned by strange-looking crews, Turks
with white turbans, Turks with scarlet fezzes and baggy breeches, and
Turks with green turbans to show their reputation among their
compatriots. Greeks, too--small, lithe, dark men, with keen faces and
dark eyes, differing wonderfully from the calm, dignified, handsome
Turks, but handsome in their way if it had not been for a peculiarly
sharp, shifty expression that suggested craftiness and a desire to
overreach, if not cheat.

There was a constant succession of fresh sights, from the Turkish
ma