“Is it, sir? Of course. That is the home of our most deadly enemy, a man who has wrought endless mischief to our cause and country. Why, you do not sympathise with him?”
“I was not thinking of sympathy, father, but of the happy days Scar Markham and I used to spend here.”
“Pish! Don’t talk like a child, sir. You are growing a man, and you have your duty to do.”
“Yes, father, and I’m going to try and do it.”
“Of course. That’s better, Fred. As to Markham, we are behaving nobly to him by having his wife and daughter at the Manor, and caring for them there.”
“I don’t see much in that, father.”
“What, sir?”
“Men do not make war upon women, and I think it was our duty to protect Lady Markham, and I acted accordingly.”
Colonel Forrester turned fiercely upon his son, but checked himself.
“Humph! Yes. I suppose you were right, Fred. There, we need not argue such points as these. Too much to do.”