"Maybe I shall find a kingdom, master!"
"Oh, what a thing it is to be young!" sighed Doctor Chantry.
I felt it myself, and hugged my youth.
"Do you know how to reach the sea-port?" he continued.
I said anybody could follow the Hudson to New York.
"You're bitten, my poor lad! It's plain what ails you. You might as well try to swim the Atlantic. De Chaumont intends her for himself. And in the unjust distribution of this world, your rival has the power and you have the feelings. Stay where you are. You'll never forget it, but it will hurt less as years go by."
"Master," I said to him, "good sense is on your side. But if I knew I should perish, I would have to go!"
And I added from fullness of conviction—
"I would rather undertake to do something, and perish, than live a thousand years as I am."
Doctor Chantry struck the chair arm with his clenched fist.