“Mrs Berry,” said Frank, “my friend here—”
“Mr Andrew Forbes, sir, yes.”
“Hi! Hush! What are you talking about?” cried Drew, starting up angrily. “I’m not here, my good woman. Do you want to send me to prison?”
“Oh dear me, oh dear me!” cried the poor woman excitedly. “What have I done now?”
“Nothing, nothing, Berry,” said Frank hastily, “only it must not be known that Mr Forbes is here. You must not mention his name again.”
“Very well, sir,” said the woman sadly; and she gave her young master a reproachful look.
“My friend will have the front-door key, and stay here or come and go as often as he likes.”
“Very well, sir. You are master now,” said the housekeeper sadly.
“He will be here to meet my mother, who will probably come over to-morrow.”
“Oh, my dear Master Frank!” cried the woman, brightening up. “That is good news.”