The words came in so much more kindly a tone, that Fred made a step toward his father, and the barrier of discipline gave way, and it seemed to be no longer the stern officer but the father of the old Manor house days he was longing to address.
“Well, my boy, what is the trouble?” said Colonel Forrester, kindly.
“It is about—”
Fred did not finish his sentence, but pointed across the lake.
“Ah, yes, about the Hall!” said the colonel, with a sigh. “Well, my boy, what do you wish to say?”
“Are they keeping to what was in Sir Godfrey’s message, father?”
“Yes, my boy,” sternly.
“But don’t you think they could be persuaded to surrender?”
“Yes, Fred.”
“Oh, father, I am glad,” cried the boy, joyously.