“I can’t remember things like that,” said Frank sadly; “only that when you did not talk of the other side we were very jolly together.”
“And I couldn’t help it,” said Drew earnestly.
“I know it.”
“Well, I didn’t come here to talk about that.”
“No, it’s all past. Let’s talk about the future.”
“Yes; how’s dear Lady Gowan?”
“How can she be, Drew?” said Frank wearily.
The tears started to Drew’s eyes, which filled, as he caught his friend’s hands in his, and the next moment the big drops began trickling down.
“There,” he said quietly, “I’m crying like a great girl. I can’t help it when I think about her. I always was a weak, passionate, hysterical sort of fellow, Frank, and I’m worse than ever now with all this strain. But you tell her when you go back that there are some thousands of good men and true now in London who will not stop till they have saved dear Sir Robert, and the other brave leaders who are shut up in that wretched prison.”
“Ah!” sighed Frank; “if they only could!”