“Do come, Hil,” she said again, as if she were reading his hesitation. “Papa will be so pleased.”
“And try his best to make me turn traitor,” thought Hilary.
“No,” he exclaimed, “I cannot do it, Addy; and I’m sure you would not wish me to break faith with those to whom I owe duty. I should like to come, but—ah, Sir Henry, you there?”
He started, for a hand was laid upon his shoulder, and turning, there stood Sir Henry, holding out his hand.
“I have come to thank you, my brave, true lad, for what you have done,” he exclaimed warmly. “You saved my darling’s life and then mine.”
“And for which you had me hunted down,” said Hilary bitterly.
“It was no act of mine, my boy,” said Sir Henry sadly. “Why will you ignore the fact that I am not master of your position? Hilary, my dear boy, once more, will you join us?”
“No, Sir Henry; and even if I did you would only despise me.”
“No, no. Nothing of the kind.”
“Then I should despise myself,” cried Hilary. “Once more, Sir Henry, I am a king’s officer, and refuse your proposals.”