“But what a pity!”
“What’s a pity?”
“That she should be in the Princess’s train.”
“A pity! Why the Princess makes her quite a friend.”
“More pity still. Well, we shall be off duty soon, and then I’ll get leave for us to go.”
“I don’t think I want to now.”
“Well I do, and you’d better come and take care of me, or perhaps I shall get into a scrape.”
“No, you will not. You only talk as you do to banter me.”
“Think so?” said Andrew, with a peculiar smile. “Well, we shall see. But you’ll come?”
“Yes,” said Frank readily, “to keep you from getting into a scrape.”