“Kind and helpful to you?”
“Oh, very.”
“Well, what is it?”
“What is what, father?”
“That cloudy look on your face. Why, Frank, I’ve looked at you so often that I can read it quite plainly. Why, you’ve been quarrelling with Andrew Forbes!”
“Oh no, father; we’re the best of friends.”
“Then what is it, Frank? You are keeping something back.”
Sir Robert spoke almost sternly, and the son shrank from gazing in the fine, bold, questioning eyes.
“I knew it,” said Sir Robert. “What is it, boy? Speak out.”
It was the firm officer talking now, and Frank felt his breath come shorter as his heart increased the speed of its pulsations.