uch the love of
work--for that I have myself--but your having discovered an employment
which keeps you calm. But you are able to work, that's where it is," she
added, meditatively.

"My opinion about you, Miss Garman, has always been, that the aimless
life a lady in your position is obliged to lead here at home, must
sooner or later become unbearable to you."

"I cannot work," said she in a crestfallen tone.

"Well, but at least you can try."

"How am I to begin? You remember that time when father would not receive
my offer of assistance."

"Your father did not understand you; nor will you find it easy to
discover satisfactory employment in your own country. But travel, look
around you. You are rich and independent, and there are other lands
where work is to be had, and in them you ought to find suitable
occupation."

"Do you really advise me to travel elsewhere, Mr. Worse?" said Rachel.

"Yes; that is to say--yes, I think it would be best for you. Here you
have little opportunity of development, and, to speak plainly, I think
you ought to travel." As he said the last words he regained his
self-possession, and could now look her in the face calmly, and without
flinching.

"But where shall I go--a lonely woman without friends? I am afraid you
over-estimate my powers," said Rachel, with a reluctant air. It was as
if she did not fancy his advising her to go away.

"I may as well tell you what I think now," he began, hurriedly. "I have
some acquaintances in Paris. In fact, an American firm--Barnett Brothers
they are called--who have a house in Paris; and Mr. Frederick Barnett is
a personal friend of mine."

"You seem to have been arranging to get rid of me for some time," said
Rachel; "why, you have the whole plan ready prepared."

He showed some signs of confusion, for it was a scheme he had carefully
considered, but which he had always hoped he would not have to put into
execution.

"Yes," answered he, endeavouring to laugh; "as your guardian, it is my
duty to assist you, to the best of my ability, to arrange for your
future."

"But are you going to send me to Paris alone?"

"No; I have been thinking of offering you Svendsen as an escort. You
surely know old Svendsen, my bookkeeper? He has been several times in
Paris, and is a most trustworthy man. I am sure you will be contented
with Mr. Barnett's house, which is more like an English one. And that, I
think, will suit you better than a purely French hou