“You had better let the doctor see it.”
“Oh no,” replied Frank. “I have too many other troubles to think about. Captain Murray, what shall I do? I must see my father. Give me your advice, or come with me to ask permission of the Prince.”
The captain sat frowning for a few moments, and then rose.
“Yes,” he said abruptly; “come.”
Frank sprang after him as he moved toward the door, and in a few minutes they were in the antechamber, where a knot of officers were discussing the proceedings of the previous night, but ceased upon their attention being directed to the son of one of the prisoners.
The captain sent in his name as soon as he could; but his efforts to gain an audience were not so successful as upon previous occasions. There were many waiting, and the Prince made no exception in Captain Murray’s favour.
The order of precedence was rigidly adhered to, and hours had passed away before the attendant came to where Frank and the captain were seated waiting.
“His Royal Highness will see you, sir,” said the gentleman-in-waiting.
Frank sprang to his feet as the captain rose, and moved toward the curtained door.
“I am sorry,” said the attendant, with a commiserating look, “but his Royal Highness expressly said that Captain Murray was to come alone.”