“He is Alec Ritchie's son,” she said, “and Alec has gone against Cameron.”
Mr. Lowndes did not answer, but nodded.
“And must he go to Temple Bow?”
“My dear,” said Mr. Lowndes, “I fear it is our duty to send him there.”
[CHAPTER IV]
Temple Bow
In the morning I started for Temple Bow on horseback behind one of Mr. Lowndes' negroes. Good Mrs. Lowndes had kissed me at parting, and tucked into my pocket a parcel of sweetmeats. There had been a few grave gentlemen to see me, and to their questions I had replied what I could. But tell them of Mr. Temple I would not, save that he himself had told me nothing. And Mr. Lowndes had presently put an end to their talk.
“The lad knows nothing, gentlemen,” he had said, which was true.