“I can think of nothing else to help you, Campion,” said Captain Norton.
“No, you have done wonders for me. There’s only one thing I wish.”
“What is it?”
“That you were coming too.”
“Colonel Campion!” cried Mrs Norton, as the boys exchanged glances.
“I beg your pardon, madam,” said the colonel. “I will not be so selfish. No, I do not wish that.—Come, boys, make the most of your last hours together. Shall you be up to see us off in the morning, Cyril?”
“Of course,” said the boy with a sigh.
“To be sure,” said the captain; “and we’ll ride a few miles with you—eh, Cil?”
“No, thank you father, I’d rather not,” said the lad dolefully. “I’ll bid them good-bye here.—Coming out, Perry?”
“Yes,” said the latter.