forward to a sharp discussion presently concerning the superiority
of John Knox, morally and physically, over Martin Luther. So that
when the others went their way, their departure excited no suspicion
in the minds of their friends, and most unsuspecting of all was the
placid Mr. Dyceworthy, who, had he imagined for an instant the
direction which they were going, would certainly not have discoursed
on the pleasures of bee-keeping with the calmness and placid
conviction, that always distinguished him when holding forth on any
subject that was attractive to his mind. Leading the way through his
dewy, rose-grown garden, and conversing amicably as he went, he
escorted Macfarlane and Duprez to what he called with a gentle humor
his "Bee-Metropolis," while Errington and Lorimer returned to the
shore of the Fjord, where they had left their boat moored to a
small, clumsily constructed pier,--and entering it, they set
themselves to the oars and pulled away together with the long,
steady, sweeping stroke rendered famous by the exploits of the
Oxford and Cambridge men. After some twenty minutes' rowing, Lorimer
looked up and spoke as he drew his blade swiftly through the bright
green water.

"I feel as though I were aiding and abetting you in some crime,
Phil. You know, my first impression of this business remains the
same. You had much better leave it alone."

"Why?" asked Errington coolly.

"Well, 'pon my life I don't know why. Except that, from long
experience, I have proved that it's always dangerous and troublesome
to run after a woman. Leave her to run after you--she'll do it last
enough."