“That she knew your mother so well, and that it was sad about her dying so young, and that she felt, as I took it, something the same toward you as she did toward me.”
“Did—did she talk like that, Frank?” said Andrew, with his lower lip quivering a little.
“Yes; and told me she hoped I should always be a good friend to you, and keep you out of mischief.”
“Stuff!” cried Andrew. “I’m sure she did not say that.”
“She did,” said Frank warmly. “Not in those words, perhaps; but that was what she meant.”
Andrew laughed derisively.
“Why, I’m a couple of years nearly older than you.”
“So she said; but she spoke as if she thought that I could influence you.”
“Bless her!” said Andrew warmly. “I feel as proud of her as you do, Frank, only I’m sorry for her to be here amongst all these miserable German people. Look, there’s that stuck-up, conceited Baron Brokenstone, or whatever his name is. A common German adventurer, that’s what he is; and yet he’s received here at court.”
“Well, he’s one of the King’s Hanoverian generals.”