Chapter Two.
Signs of the Times.
The water in the canal looked ruddy golden in the light glowing in the west, as the two pages passed through the courtyard along beneath the arches, where the soldiers on guard saluted them, and reached the long mall planted with trees.
“Halt! One can breathe here,” said Frank, with his eyes brightening. “Come along; let’s have a run.”
“Quiet, quiet! What a wild young colt you are!—This isn’t the country.”
“No; but it looks like a good makeshift!” cried Frank.
“Who’s disloyal now? Nice way to speak of his Majesty’s Park! I say, you’re short enough as it is.”
“No, I’m not. I’m a very fair height for my age. It’s you who are too long.”