“You’re not quite right yet, my dear; sit still a little longer. And you too with a sword by your side, just as if you wanted to fight. I call it shocking, that I do.”
“But I am much better,” said Frank, ignoring the woman’s remarks. “I can walk now. But did you see my friend?”
“Your friend? Was it one of those rough-looking fellows who came running down with you between ’em, and half a dozen more hunting them, and they pushed you in here and ran on?”
“Oh no. My friend is a— Ah! there he is. Drew! Drew!”
Looking white and strange, Andrew Forbes was coming hurriedly down the narrow lane, when he heard his name pronounced, and looking round he caught sight of his companion, and hurried to his side.
“Oh, here you are!” he panted. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I was afraid they had taken you to the watch-house. I couldn’t keep by you; I was regularly dragged away.”
“Were you hurt?” cried Frank excitedly.
“Felt as if my ribs were all crushed in. But what about you?”
“I suppose I turned faint,” said Frank. “I didn’t know anything till I found myself here, and this lady giving me water.”
“Oh, I’m not a lady, my dear,” said the woman, smiling,—“only a laundress as does for some of the gentlemen in the Temple. There now, you both go home; for I can see that you don’t belong to this part of the town. I dare say, if the truth was known, he brought you here.”