“I, my boy?” cried Lady Gowan passionately. “I’d gladly lead the humblest life with him, so that we could be at peace.”
“Very well, then; let’s go.”
Lady Gowan shook her head.
“We must respect your father’s wishes, Frank,” she said sadly. “No; we must stay as we are till we are ordered to leave here, or your father bids us come.”
“There,” said the boy, “I was right. You must not talk about it any more; it only makes you cry. Never mind what happened last night. He has got safely away.”
“But if he should venture again, my boy,” sobbed Lady Gowan.
“Never mind about ifs, mother. Of course he longed to see us, and he ran the risk, so as to be near. I should have done the same, if I had been like he is. There, now you lie still and read all day. He won’t run any more risks, so as not to frighten you. I must go now.”
Lady Gowan clung to her son for a few minutes, and then he hurried away, to find Andrew Forbes in the courtyard.
“Ah, I was right!” he said. “I went to your rooms, thinking I should catch you; but you were up and off. I thought this would be where you had come. But, I say, I thought we were friends.”
“Well, so we are.”