“Oh yes, I like you. I did at first; you seemed so fresh and daisy-like amongst all this heavy Dutch formality. I’ll tell you everything; and if you can’t have the country, I’ll see that you do have some fun. We’ll go out together, and you must see my father. He’s a fine, dashing officer; he ought to have had a good command given him. I say, Frank, he’s great friends with Sir Robert.”
“Is he? My father never said so.”
“Mine did; but—er—I think there are reasons just now why they don’t want it to be known. You see your father’s in the King’s Guards.”
“Yes.”
“Well, and mine isn’t. He is not very fond of the House of Brunswick.”
“I say, mind what you are saying.”
“Of course. I shouldn’t say it to any one else. But, I say, what made you burst put into that roar of laughter about nothing?”
“It wasn’t about nothing,” said Frank, with a mirthful look in his eyes.
“What was it then? See anything out of the window?”
“Oh no; it was in this room.”