“That’s right; you may go up. I wish I was an officer in the Guards.”
“Behave yourself then, and some day the Prince may get you a commission.”
“Not he. Perhaps I shall have one without. Well, you’ll go with me this evening?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“That means you would if you could. Well, I’ll manage it. And I’ll soon show you what the people in London think about the King.”
“Sh! some one coming.”
The two lads darted from the window as one of the doors was thrown open, and an attendant made an announcement which resulted in the pages going to the other end to open the farther door and draw back to allow the Prince and Princess with a little following of ladies to pass through, one of the last of the group turning to smile at Frank Gowan and kiss her hand.
The boy turned to his companion, looking flushed and proud as the door was closed after the retiring party.
“How handsome the Princess looked!” he said. “Hush!” said Forbes. “Pretty well. Not half so nice as your mother; you ought to be proud of her, Frank.”
“I am,” said the boy.