"Yes, Frederic, come in," came in Mrs. Vernon's voice.
Dr. Rushwood opened the door and the young man entered. Then the doctor locked the door again.
"When you want to get out just call me," he said significantly, and walked away.
"Frederic, what does this mean?" demanded Mrs. Vernon. By her face it was plain to see that she had been weeping.
"Don't excite yourself, aunt," responded the young rascal soothingly. "It is all for the best."
"What is for the best?" demanded the lady.
"That you are here."
"But I do not wish to be here, and you have no right to place me here."
"It is for your good, aunt."
"I understand you, Frederic, but let me tell you your wicked plot against me shall not succeed."