“But I have so few opportunities for seeing him, Mr Forbes. After a few weeks, though, I shall be at home yonder, and then you must come and spend as much time there as you can with Frank.”
Andrew bowed and smiled, and said something about being glad.
“Frank dear,” said Lady Gowan, “I have had a letter from your father this morning, and I have written an answer. He wants to see you for a little while. He is at home for a couple of days. You can take the note across.”
“Yes,” cried Frank, flushing with pleasure; but the next moment he turned to Andrew with an apologetic look.
“What is the matter?” said Lady Gowan. “Am I interrupting some plans?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing, Lady Gowan,” said Andrew, warmly.
“I was going out with Drew, mother; but we can go another time. He will not mind.”
“But it was only this afternoon.”
“Oh!” cried Lady Gowan, “he will be back in an hour or so. I am glad that you were going out, my boy; it will make a little change for you. And I am very glad, Mr Forbes, that he has found so kind a companion.”
Andrew played the courtier to such perfection, that as soon as she had passed out of the room with her son Lady Gowan laughed merrily.