“Yes, my boy. I believe you on your honour.”
“On my honour,” said Dexter quickly.
“That will do,” said the doctor. “It is unfortunate, but unavoidable. Let us go home to lunch.”
“And you will not send me back to the—you know!”
“Certainly not,” said the doctor.
“And may I come out here to fish by and by!”
“Certainly,” said the doctor. “If you are a good boy.”
“No, I think not,” said Helen, making a shadow cross the boy’s countenance. “Dexter cannot come out fishing alone; I will come with him.”
Dexter gave her a meaning look, as he understood why she had said that; and then walked quietly home with the doctor and his daughter to a far more agreeable meal than he would have enjoyed at the baronet’s house.