“What, not written yet?”
“No.”
“Then they’re stopping his letters!” cried Andrew.
Frank started violently.
“That’s it. Just the mean thing that these people would do. I’m sure your father would not have let all this time pass without sending news.”
“Oh, they would not do that!” cried Frank. “He is waiting till he is settled down, and then we shall go and join him.”
“You will not,” said Andrew. “They’ll keep you both here, as you’ll see. But, I say, hadn’t we better talk about something else?”
“If you like,” said Frank coldly.
“Well, then, I haven’t heard, for I haven’t seen Captain Murray or the doctor. What news have you heard of Steinberg?”
“He’s getting better, and going home to Hanover as soon as he can bear to travel.”