“Yes, of course, father; but I may come and see you again often?”
“If you wish to see me taken.”
Frank shuddered again.
“No. This must be your only visit. I am glad you have come; but I can’t afford to indulge in good things now.”
“You are going to stay in England, father?” cried Frank anxiously.
“I don’t know.”
“What are you going to do?”
“That I cannot tell either, my boy; and if I did know, for your mother’s and your peace of mind I would not tell you.”
“That isn’t trusting me, father,” said Frank gloomily.
“And that is not trusting me, Frank—to know what is best.”