Greek."

"Is that what you have been pondering all this time? What, may not the
bonus Homerus slumber sometimes?"

"It is not Homer, it is Euripides. I do assure you, papa, it is no
trouble, and I get much worse without it."

"Well, stop here, the road grows so bad that we will walk, and let the
boy lead the horse to meet us at Woodcote."

Norman followed his father down a steep narrow lane, little better than
a stony water-course, and began to repeat, "If you would but let me do
my work! I've got nothing else to do, and now they have put me up, I
should not like not to keep my place."

"Very likely, but--hollo--how swelled this is!" said Dr. May, as they
came to the bottom of the valley, where a stream rushed along, coloured
with a turbid creamy yellow, making little whirlpools where it crossed
the road, and brawling loudly just above where it roared and foamed
between two steep banks of rock, crossed by a foot-bridge of planks,
guarded by a handrail of rough poles. The doctor had traversed it, and
gone a few paces beyond, when, looking back, he saw Norman very pale,
with one foot on the plank, and one hand grasping the rail. He came
back, and held out his hand, which Norman gladly caught at, but no
sooner was the other side attained, than the boy, though he gasped with
relief, exclaimed, "This is too bad! Wait one moment, please, and let me
go back."

He tried, but the first touch of the shaking rail, and glance at the
chasm, disconcerted him, and his father, seeing his white cheeks and
rigid lips, said, "Stop, Norman, don't try it. You are not fit," he
added, as the boy came to him reluctantly.

"I can't bear to be such a wretch!" said he. "I never used to be. I will
not--let me conquer it;" and he was turning back, but the doctor took
his arm, saying decidedly, "No, I won't have it done. You are only
making it worse by putting a force on yourself." But the farther Norman
was from the bridge, the more displeased he was with himself, and more
anxious to dare it again. "There's no bearing it," he muttered; "let me
only run back. I'll overtake you. I must do it if no one looks on."

"No such thing," said the doctor, holding him fast. "If you do, you'll
have it all over again at night."

"That's better than to know I am worse than Tom."

"I tell you, Norman, it is no such thing. You will recover your tone
if you will only do as you are told, but your nerves have had a severe
shock, and when you force yourse