there　was　a　beautiful　horticultural　show；　something　was　always
  prompting　her　to　say；　while　in　this　quasi…privacy；　that　she　was　on
  the　eve　of　departure；　but　she　kept　her　resolution　against　itshe
  thought　it　would　have　been　an　unwarrantable　experiment。　　When　they
  returned　to　their　inn　they　found　Norman　looking　fagged；　but　relieved；
  half　asleep　on　the　sofa；　with　a　novel　in　his　hand。　　He　roused　himself
  as　they　came　in；　and；　to　avoid　any　compliments　on　his　own
  performance；　began；　〃Well；　Ethel；　are　you　ready　for　the　ball？〃
  〃We　shall　spare　her　the　ball；〃　said　Dr。　May；　〃there　is　a　report　about
  the　Alcestis　in　the　newspaper　that　may　make　Margaret　uncomfortable；
  and　this　good　sister　will　not　stay　away　from　her。〃
  Norman　started　up　crying；　〃What；　papa？〃
  〃It　is　a　mere　nothing　in　reality；〃　said　Dr。　May；　〃only　what　we　knew
  before；〃　and　he　showed　his　son　the　paragraph；　which　Norman　read　as　a
  death　warrant；　the　colour　ebbed　from　his　lips　and　cheeks；　he　trembled
  so　that　he　was　obliged　to　sit　down；　and；　without　speaking；　he　kept
  his　eyes　fixed　on　the　words；　〃Serious　apprehensions　are　entertained
  with　regard　to　H。　M。　S。　Alcestis；　Captain　Gordon〃
  〃If　you　had　seen　as　many　newspaper　reports　come　to　nothing；　as　I
  have；　you　would　not　take　this　so　much　to　heart；〃　said　Dr。　May。　　〃I
  expect　to　hear　that　this　very　mail　has　brought　letters。〃
  And　Meta　added　that；　at　luncheon；　she　had　been　seated　next　to　one　of
  the　honorary　doctorsa　naval　captainwho　had　been　making
  discoveries　in　the　South　Sea；　and　that　he　had　scouted　the　notion　of
  harm　befalling　the　Alcestis；　and　given　all　manner　of　reassuring
  suppositions　as　to　her　detention；　adding　besides；　that　no　one
  believed　the　Australian　paper　whence　the　report　was　taken。　　He　had
  seen　the　Alcestis；　knew　Captain　Gordon；　and　spoke　of　him　as　one　of
  the　safest　people　in　the　world。　　Had　his　acquaintance　extended　to
  lieutenants　and　midshipmen；　it　would　have　been　perfect；　as　it　was；
  the　tidings　brought　back　the　blood　to　Norman's　cheek；　and　the　light
  to　his　eye。
  〃When　do　we　set　off？〃　was　Norman's　question。
  〃At　five；〃　said　Ethel。　〃You　mean　it；　papa？〃
  〃I　did　intend　it；　if　I　had　gone　alone；　but　I　shall　not　take　you　till
  eight；　nor　you；　Norman；　at　all。〃
  Norman　was　bent　on　returning；　but　his　father　and　Flora　would　not　hear
  of　it。　　Flora　could　not　spare　him；　and　Dr。　May　was　afraid　of　the
  effect　of　anxiety　on　nerves　and　spirits　so　sensitive。　　While　this　was
  going　on；　Mr。　Ogilvie　looked　at　Ethel　in　consternation；　and　said；
  〃Are　you　really　going　home？〃
  〃Yes；　my　eldest　sister　must　not　be　left　alone　when　she　hears　this。〃
  He　looked　downEthel　had　the　resolution　to　walk　away。　　Flora　could
  not　give　up　the　ball；　and　Meta　found　that　she　must　go；　but　both　the
  Normans　spent　a　quiet　evening　with　Dr。　May　and　Ethel。　　Norman　May　had
  a　bad　headache；　which　he　was　allowed　to　have　justly　earned；　Dr。　May
  was　very　happy　reviving　all　his　Scottish　recollections；　and　talking
  to　young　Ogilvie　about　Edinburgh。　　Once；　there　was　a　private
  consultation。　　Ethel　was　provoked　and　ashamed　at　the　throbs　that　it
  would　excite。　　What！　on　a　week's　acquaintance？
  When　alone　with　her　father；　she　began　to　nerve　herself　for　something
  heroic；　and　great　was　her　shame　when　she　heard　only　of　her　cousin's
  kind　consideration　for　her　brother；　whom　he　wished　to　take　home　with
  him；　and　thence　to　see　the　Highlands；　so　as　to　divert　his　anxiety　for
  Harry；　as　well　as　to　call　him　off　from　the　studies　with　which　he　had
  this　term　overworked　himself　even　more　than　usual。　　Dr。　May　had　given
  most　grateful　consent；　and　he　spoke　highly　in　praise　of　the　youth；
  but　there　was　no　more　to　come；　and　Ethel　could　have　beaten　herself
  for　the　moment　of　anticipation。
  Meta　came　home；　apologising　for　wakening　Ethel；　but　Ethel　had　not
  been　asleep。　　The　ball　had　not；　it　seemed；　been　as　charming　to　her　as
  most　events　were；　and　Ethel　heard　a　sigh　as　the　little　lady　lay　down
  in　her　bed。
  Late　as　it　was　when　she　went　to　rest；　Meta　rose　to　see　the　travellers
  off；　she　sent　hosts　of　messages　to　her　father；　and　wished　she　might
  go　with　them。　　George　and　Flora　were　not　visible；　and　Dr。　May　was
  leaving　messages　for　them；　and　for　Norman；　in　her　charge；　when　the
  two　Balliol　men　walked　in。
  Ethel　had　hoped　it　was　over；　yet　she　could　not　be　sorry　that　the　two
  youths　escorted　them　to　the　station；　and；　as　Ethel　was　placed　in　the
  carriage；　she　believed　that　she　heard　something　of　never　forgetting
  happiest　weekbut　in　the　civilities　which　the　other　occupant　of　the
  carriage　was　offering　for　the　accommodation　of　their　lesser　luggage；
  she　lost　the　exact　words；　and　the　last　she　heard　were；　〃Good…bye；　I
  hope　you　will　find　letters　at　home。〃
  CHAPTER　X。
  True　to　the　kindred　points　of　Heaven　and　home。
  WORDSWORTH。
  Etheldred's　dream　was　over。　　She　had　wakened　to　the　inside　of　a　Great
  Western　carriage；　her　father　beside　her；　and　opposite　a　thin；
  foreign…looking　gentleman。　　Her　father；　to　whom　her　life　was　to　be
  devoted！　　She　looked　at　his　profile；　defined　against　the　window；　and
  did　not　repent。　　In　a　sort　of　impulse　to　do　something　for　him；　she
  took　his　hat　from　his　hand；　and　was　going　to　dispose　of　it　in　the
  roof；　when　he　turned；　smiling　his　thanks；　but　saying；　〃it　was　not
  worth　whilethis　carriage　was　a　very　transitory　resting…place。〃
  The　stranger　at　that　moment　sprang　to　his　feet；　exclaiming；　〃Dick
  himself！〃
  〃Spencer；　old　fellow；　is　it　you？〃　cried　Dr。　May；　in　a　voice　of　equal
  amazement　and　joy；　holding　out　his　hand；　which　was　grasped　and　wrung
  with　a　force　that　made　Ethel　shrink　for　the　poor　maimed　arm。
  〃Ha！　what　is　amiss　with　your　arm？〃　was　the　immediate　question。　　Three
  technical　words　were　spoken　in　a　matter…of…fact　way；　as　Dr。　May
  replaced　his　hand　in　his　bosom；　and　then；　with　an　eager　smile；　said；
  〃Ethel；　here！　　You　have　heard　of　him！〃
  Ethel　had　indeed；　and　gave　her　hand　cordially；　surprised　by　the　bow
  and　air　of　deferential　politeness　with　which　it　was　received；　like　a
  favour；　while　Dr。　Spencer　asked　her　whether　she　had　been　staying　in
  Oxford。
  〃Ay；　and　what　for；　do　you　think？〃　said　Dr。　May　joyously。
  〃You　don't　say　that　was　your　son　who　held　forth　yesterday！　　I　thought
  his　voice　had　a　trick　of　yoursbut　then　I　thought　you　would　have
  held　by　old　Cambridge。〃
  〃What　could　I　do？〃　said　Dr。　May　deprecatingly；　〃the　boy　would　go　and
  get　a　Balliol　scholarship〃
  〃Why！　the　lad　is　a　genius！　a　poetno　mistake　about　it！　but　I
  scarcely　thought　you　could　have　one　of　such　an　age。〃
  〃Of　his　age！　　His　brother　is　in　Holy　Ordersone　of　his　sisters　is
  married。　　There's　for　you；　Spencer！〃
  〃Bless　me；　Dick！　　I　thought　myself　a　young　man！〃
  〃What！　with　hair　of　that　colour？〃　said　Dr。　May；　looking　at　his
  friend's　milk…white　locks。
  〃Bleached　by　that　frightful　sickly　season　at　Poonshedagore；　when　I
  thought　I　was　done　for。　　But　you！　youthe　boy　of　the　whole　lot！　　You
  think　me　very　disrespectful　to　your　father；〃　added　he；　turning　to
  Ethel；　〃but　you　see　what　old　times　are。〃
  〃I　know；〃　said　Ethel；　with　a　bright　look。
  〃So　you　were　in　the　theatre　yesterday；〃　continued　Dr。　May；　〃but　there
  is　no　seeing　any　one　in　such　a　throng。　　How　long　have　you　been　in
  England？〃
  〃A　fortnight。　　I　went　at　once　to　see　my　sister；　at　Malvern；　there　I
  fell　in　with　Rudden；　the　man　I　was　with　in　New　Guinea。　　He　was　going
  up　to　be　made　an　honorary　doctor；　and　made　me　come　with　him。〃
  〃And　where　are　you　bound　for？〃　as　the　train　showed　signs　of　a　halt。
  〃For　London。　　I　meant　to　hunt　up　Mat。　Fleet；　and　hear　of　you；　and
  other　old　friends。〃
  〃Does　he　expect　you？〃
  〃No　one　expects　me。　　I　am　a　regular　vagabond。〃
  〃Come　home　with　us；〃　said　Dr。　May；　laying　his　hand　on　his　arm。　　〃I
  cannot　part　with　you　so　soon。　　Come；　find　your　luggage。　　Take　your
  ticket　for　Gloucester。〃
  〃So　suddenly！　　Will　it　not　be　inconvenient？〃　said　he；　looking
  tempted；　but　irresolute。
  〃Oh；　no；　no；　pray　come！〃　said　Ethel　eagerly。　　〃We　shall　be　so　glad。〃
  He　looked　his　courteous　thanks；　and　soon　was　with　them　en…route　for
  Stoneborough。
  Ethel's　thoughts　were　diverted　from　all　she　had　left　at　Oxford。　　She
  could　not　but　watch　those　two　old　friends。　　She　knew　enough　of　the
  traveller　to　enter　into　her　father's　happiness；　and　to　have　no　fears
  is　of　another　Sir　Matthew。
  They　had　been　together　at　Stoneborough；　at　Cambridge；　at　Paris；　at
  Edinburgh；　always　linked　in　the　closest　friendship；　but；　by　Dr。　May's
  own　account；　his　friend　had　been　the　diligent　one　of　the　pair；　a
  bright　compound　of　principle　and　spirit；　and　highly　distinguished　in
  all　his　studies；　and　Dr。　May's　model　of　perfection。　　Their　paths　had
  since　lain　far　apart；　and　they　had　not　seen　each　other　since；　twenty…
  six　years　ago；　they　had　parted　in　Londonthe　one　to　settle　at　his
  native　town；　while　the　other　accepted　a　situation　as　travelling
  physician。　　On　his　return；　he　had　almost　sacrificed　his　life；　by
  self…devoted　attendance　on　a　fever…stricken　emigrant…ship。　　He　had
  afterwards　received　an　appointment　in　India；　and　there　the
  correspondence　had　died　away；　and　Dr。　May　had　lost　traces　of　him；
  only　knowing　that；　in　a　visitation　of　cholera；　he　had　again　acted
  with　the　same　carelessness　of　his　own　life；　and　a　severe　illness；
  which