"Don't be such an ass as to hesitate," said the Doctor impatiently. "It is the genius of your restless discontented nation to go blundering about the world like buffaloes in search of fresh pasture. You have founded already two or three grand new empires, and you are now going to form another; and men like you ought to have their fingers in the pie." "Well, God speed you, and Hamlyn too, wherever you go. Are you going home, Mr. Hawker?" George, who hated James from the very bottom of his heart, was not ill-pleased to hear there would be a chance of soon getting rid of him. He had been always half jealous of him, though without the slightest cause, and to-night he was more so than ever, for Mary, since she had heard of James' intended departure, had grown very grave and silent. He stood, hat in hand, ready to depart, and as usual, when he meant mischief, spoke in his sweetest tones. "I am afraid I must be saying good evening, Mr. Thornton. Why, James," he added, "this is something quite new. So you are going to Botany without waiting to be sent there. Ha! ha! Well, I wish you every sort of good luck. My dear friend, Hamlyn, too. What a loss he'll be to our little society, so sociable and affable as he always is to us poor farmers' sons. You'll find it lonely there though. You should get a wife to take with you. Oh, yes, I should certainly get married before I went. Good night." All this was meant to be as irritating as possible; but as he went out at the door he had the satisfaction to hear James' clear honest laugh mingling with the Vicar's, for, as George had closed the door, the Doctor had said, looking after him-- "Gott in Himmel, that young man has got a skull like a tom-cat." This complimentary observation was lost on Mary, who had left the room with George. The Vicar looked round for her, and sighed when he missed her. "Ah!" said he; "I wish he was going instead of you." "So does the new colony, I'll be bound," added the Doctor. Soon after this the party separated. When James and the Doctor stood outside the door, the latter demanded, "Where are you going?" "To Sydney, I believe, Doctor." "Goose. I mean now." "Home." "No, you ain't," said the Doctor; "you are going to walk up to Hamlyn's with me, and hear me discourse." Accordingly, about eleven o'clock, these two arrived at my house, and sat before the fire till half-past three in the morning; and in that time the Doctor had given us more information about New South Wales than we had been able to gather from ordinary sources in a month. Chapter V IN WHICH THE READER IS MADE ACCOMPLICE TO A MISPRISION OF FELONY.