“There is always hope where God is,” said Annas. “But it is not always hope for earth.”
Flora kissed me, and whispered, “Thank you for Angus!” but then she broke down, and cried like a child.
“Have you heard anything of Angus?” I asked.
“Yes,” said Annas, who shed no tears. “He is safe in France, with friends of the Cause.”
“In France!” cried I.
“Yes. Did you think he could stay in England? Impossible, except now and then in disguise, for a stolen visit, perhaps, when some years are gone.”
“Then if Colonel Keith could escape—”
“That would be his lot. Of course, unless the Prince were entirely successful.”
I felt quite dismayed. I had never thought of this.
“And how long do you stay here?” said I.