"Two years ago I did not know your people," resumed the other. "But for two years I have been their most intimate friend."
"Tell me," at length whispered Harry: "is—either of them—dead?" And he awaited the worst with a sudden fortitude.
Mr. Lowndes shook his head.
"Not that I know of," said he.
"Thank God!" the boy burst out, with the first break in his voice. "Nothing else matters—nothing—nothing! I made sure it was that! Can you swear that my father is all right?"
The other winced. "To the best of my knowledge," said he almost sharply.
"And my mother?"
"Yes, yes, I was with her three days ago."
"Where?"
"In London."