“Are you?” she said, smiling, as she returned his kiss, and her look said that the pride was reciprocal.
They gazed in each other’s eyes for a few moments, as if deaf to the sounds below-stairs, which told that the soldiers had at last gained an entrance.
Then a change came over Lady Gowan’s face, her upper lip curled, and a look of haughty scorn shone from her eyes.
“They are coming up, my boy,” she cried. “Leave me to speak.”
For answer Frank drew his sword, caught up the silver branch with its three candles from the table, and took a couple of strides in front of his mother toward the door, as it was dashed open, when, sword in hand, followed by half a dozen men with fixed bayonets, the officer in command rushed in.
Chapter Twenty Two.
Saved!
“Here, how dare you!” shouted Frank angrily; and, in utter astonishment, the officer stopped short, and lowered the sword he had fully expected to use, while the men threw up their bayonets and stood fast. “I don’t know you, but you belong to the Guards, I suppose, and—”