"Oh, I shouldn't have thought of telling her."
"I'm glad you have so much discretion, my boy. You see, ladies are easily made nervous; and if my wife had heard all that, she would have been fidgeting about it every time I was away, and of course that is very often."
"You don't think there is any danger, do you?"
"Not the slightest, my boy; the people are all too friendly. It is only a few discontented humbugs who are old-fashioned and object to the King's ways."
"That is what my father says," said Harry.
"And that is what I say, so let's think no more about it."
"There's Phra," cried Harry, starting up, as a long-drawn whistle was heard.
Harry ran out, and was going down to the gate, passing Mrs. Cameron, who was walking back to her seat under the tree; but all of a sudden she stopped short, tottered as if about to fall, and then stood there with a ghastly face as white as her dress.
It was a mere glimpse that the boy obtained, but it was enough to check his hurried race for the gate.
Something was wrong, he could not tell what; but the doctor's wife was evidently in sore trouble, and he turned to go to her help.