“Thank you, Scar,” he said at last; “and of course I do not want to be left. Can you propose any better way, for my thinking powers are very weak?”
Scarlett was silent in turn, and then he said quietly—
“Yes, father; I will wait my chance, steal out, and then contrive to make my way to some cottage where I can get food. I can bring it back, and we can continue to remain here in hiding till you are strong enough to go.”
“Not a very pleasant prospect, Scar,” said Sir Godfrey, “but I can propose no better.”
“I might be able to make my way to the Manor.”
“No, no; you must not get help from there, my boy,” said Sir Godfrey, hastily.
“Why not, father? My mother and Lilian are there.”
“True, Scarlett, but—”
“Mrs Forrester would be only too eager to help us.”
“Her husband’s enemies?”