I had another stroll this evening on the beach with Chauffeur Graham—while Aunt Gwendolin was getting ready for the dance—and he told me something.

"When I am through with my medical course," he said, "I intend to go to China to practise what I have learned."

I stopped suddenly in my walk and faced him. "Why are you going to China?" I demanded.

It makes me indignant to have this nation, an infant in years, patronising my hoary-headed Empire!

"If a man is going to do his duty by the world," he returned, "he will go where his work is most needed. They have no native medical school in China.

"They are a great people," he added after a short pause, "likely to be in the van of the world's march in the ages to come; and ............