“Yes, I should. I tell you that you will thank me some day.”
“For making me a traitor?”
“Nonsense! Who can be a traitor who fights for his rightful king? There, let’s leave it now. You have been brought into the right way, and you are ready to fight against it because you don’t see the truth yet; but it will all come out, and—very soon.”
“What?” cried Frank, for there was a meaning look to accompany the latter words.
“I’m not going to repeat what I said; but you will soon see.”
“Then I must speak out at once. I shrank from it for fear of troubling my mother; but now you force me to.”
“Don’t, Frank. I shouldn’t like to see you hurt.”
“Whether I’m hurt or whether I’m not is nothing to you.”
“Yes, it is. I have told you why. I couldn’t bear to see you struck down.”
“I don’t believe that I should be.”