CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
"WHAT DID HE SAY?"
Frank threw himself into a chair, and Andrew Forbes began to walk up anddown like a newly caged wild beast.
Frank thought of the last time he was in that room, and of CaptainMurray's advice to him; then of the quarrel, and his companion's madwords against his father. From that, with a bound, his thoughts went tohis mother. What would she think when she heard--as she would surelyhear in a few minutes--about the encounter?
He felt ready to groan in his misery, for the trouble seemed to havesuddenly increased.
Andrew did not speak or even glance at him; and fully a quarter of anhour passed before Frank had decided as to the course he ought topursue. Once he had made up his mind he acted, and, rising from hischair, he waited until his fellow-prisoner was coming toward him in hiswearisome walk, and held out his hand.
"Will you shake hands, Drew?" he said.
The lad stopped on the instant, and his face lit up with eagerness.
"Yes," he cried, "if you'll stand by me like a man."
"What do you mean?"
"Escape with me. Get out of the window as soon as it is dark, and makea dash for it. Let them fire; they would not hit us in the dark, and wecould soon reach the friends and be safe."
"Run away and join your friends?" said Frank quietly.
"Yes! We should be placed in the army at once, as soon as they knew whowe were. Come, you repent of what you said, and you will be faithful tothe cause?"
"Won't you shake hands without that?"
"No, I cannot. I am ready to forgive everything you said or did to me;but I cannot forgive such an act as desertion in the hour of England'sgreat need. Shake hands."
"Can't," said Frank sadly; and he thrust his hands into his pockets,walked to the window, and stood looking out into the courtyard.
No word was spoken for some time, and no sound broke the stillness thatseemed to have fallen upon the place, save an occasional weary yawn fromthe soldier stationed outside the door and the tramp of the nearestsentry, while Andrew very silently still imitated the action of a newlycaged wild animal. At last he stopped suddenly.
"Have you thought that over?" he said.
"No," replied Frank. "Doesn't want thinking over. My mind was made upbefore."
"And you will take the consequences?"
"Hang the consequences!" cried Frank angrily. "What is your rightfulmonarch, or your pretender, or whatever he is, to me? I don'tunderstand your politics, and I don't want to. I've only one thing tothink about. My father told me that, as far as I could, I was to standby and watch over my mother in his absence, and I wouldn't forsake mypost for all the kings and queens in the world; so there!"
"Then I suppose if I try to escape you will give the alarm and betrayme?"
"I don't care what you suppose. But I shouldn't be such a sneak. Iwish you would go, and not bother me. You've no business here, and itwould be better if you were away; but I don't suppose you will do muchgood if you do go."
"Oh!" ejaculated Andrew, as if letting off so much indignant steam; "andthis is friendship!"
"I don't care what you say now. Your ideas are wider and bigger thanmine, I suppose. I'm a more common sort of fellow, with only room in myhead to think about what I've been taught and told to do. Perhapsyou're right, but I don't see it."
"I can't give you up without one more try," said Andrew, standing beforehim with his brow all in lines. "You say your father told you to stayand watch over your mother?"
"Yes; and I will."
"But since then he has changed his opinions; he is on our side now, andI cannot but think that he would wish you to try and strike one blow forhis--Bah!"
Andrew turned away in bitter contempt and rage, for strong in hisdetermination not to be stung into a fresh quarrel, the boy headdressed, as soon as he heard his companion begin to reiterate hisassertion that Sir Robert Gowan had gone over to the Pretender's side,turned slowly away, and, with his elbows once more resting on thewindow-sill, thrust a finger into each ear, and stopped them tight. Soeffectually was this done, that he started round angrily on feeling ahand laid upon his shoulder.
"It's of no use, Drew, I won't--Oh, it's you, Captain Murray!"
"Yes, my lad. Has he been saying things you don't like?"
Frank nodded.
"Well, that's one way of showing you don't want to listen. Your motherwishes to see you, and you can go to her."
"Ah!" cried the boy eagerly.
"Give me your word as a gentleman that you will go to her and return atonce, and I will let you cross to Lady Gowan's apartments without anescort."
"Escort, sir?" said Frank wonderingly.
"Well, without a corporal and a file of men as guard."
"Oh, of course I'll come back," said the boy, smiling. "I'm not goingto run away."
"Go, then, at once."
Captain Murray walked with him to the door, made a sign to the sentry,who drew back to stand at attention, and the boy began to descend.
"How long may I stay, sir?" he asked.
"As long as Lady Gowan wishes; but be back before dark."
"Poor old Drew!" thought Frank, as he hurried across to the courtyardupon which his mother's apartments opened; "it's a deal worse for himthan it is for me. But he's half mad with his rightful-king ideas, andready to say or do anything to help them on. But to say such a thing asthat about my father! Oh!"
He was ushered at once into his mother's presence, but she did not hearthe door open or close; and as she lay on a couch, with her head turnedso that her face was buried in her hands, he thought she was asleep.
"Mother," he said softly, as he bent over her.
Lady Gowan sprang up at once; but instead of holding out her arms to himas he was about to drop on his knees before her, her wet eyes flashedangrily, and she spoke in a voice full of bitter reproach.
"I have just heard from the Princess that my son, whom I trusted inthese troublous times to be my stay and help, has been brawlingdisgracefully during his duties at the court."
"Brawling disgracefully" made the boy wince, and a curious, stubbornlook began to cloud his face.
"Her Royal Highness tells me that you actually so far forgot yourself asto draw upon young Forbes, that you were half mad with passion, and thatsome terrible mischief would have happened if the Prince, who heard theclashing from his room of audience, had not rushed in, and at great riskto himself beaten down the swords. That is what I have been told, andthat you are both placed under arrest. Is it all true?"
"Yes, mother," said the lad bluntly; and he set his teeth for theencounter that was to come.
"Is this the conduct I ought to expect from my son, after all my careand teaching--to let his lowest passions get the better of him, so that,but for the interference of the Prince, he might have stained his swordwith the blood of the youth he calls his friend?"
"It might have been the other way, mother," said the boy bluntly.
"Yes; and had you so little love, so little respect for your mother'sfeelings, that you could risk such a thing? I have been prostratedenough by what has happened. Suppose, instead, the news had beenbrought to me that in a senseless brawl my son had been badly wounded--or slain?"
"Senseless brawl" made the boy wince again.
"It would have been very horrible, mother," he said, in a low voice.
"It would have killed me. Why was it? What was the cause?"
"Oh, it was an affair of honour, mother," said Frank evasively.
"An affair of honour!" cried Lady Gowan scornfully; "a boy like youdaring to speak to me like that! Honour, sir! Where is the honour? Itcomes of boys like you two, little better than children, being allowedto carry weapons. Do you not know that it is an honour to a gentlemanto wear a sword, because it is supposed that he would be the last todraw it, save in some terrible emergency for his defence or to preserveanother's life, and not at the first hasty word spoken? Had you noconsiderati
on for me? Could you not see how painful my position is atthe court, that you must give me this fresh trouble to bear?"
"Yes, mother; you know how I think of you. I couldn't help it."
"Shame! Could not help it! Is this the result of your education--you,growing toward manhood--my son to tell me this unblushingly, to give methis pitiful excuse--you could not help it? Why was it, sir?"
"Well, mother, we quarrelled. Drew is so hot-tempered and passionate."
"And you are perfectly innocent, and free from all such attributes, Isuppose, sir," cried Lady Gowan sarcastically.
"Oh no, I'm not, mother," said the lad bluntly, as he felt he would giveanything to get away. "I've got a nasty, passionate temper; but I'm allright if it isn't roused and Drew will keep on till he rouses it."
"Pitiful! Worse and worse!" cried Lady Gowan. "All this arose, Isuppose, out of some contemptible piece of banter or teasing. He saidsomething to you, then, that you did not like?"
"Yes," said Frank eagerly, "that was it."
"And pray what did he say?"
"Say--oh--er--he said--oh, it was nothing much."
"Speak out--the truth, sir," cried Lady Gowan, fixing her eyes upon herson's.
"Oh, he said--something I did not like, mother."
"What was it, sir? I insist upon knowing."
"Oh, it was nothing much."
"Let me be the judge of that, sir. I, as your mother, would be only tooglad to find that you had some little excuse for such conduct."
"And then," continued Frank hurriedly, "I got put out, and--and I calledhim a liar."
"What was it he said?"
"And then he struck me over the face with his glove, mother, and Icouldn't stand that, and I hit out, and sent him staggering against thewall."
"Why?--what for?" insisted Lady Gowan.
"And in a moment he whipped out his sword and attacked me, and of courseI had to draw, or he would have run me through."
"Is that true, sir--Andrew Forbes drew on you first?"
"Of course it's true, mother," said the lad proudly. "Did I ever tellyou a lie?"
"Never, my boy," said Lady Gowan firmly. "It has been my proud boast tomyself that I could trust my son in everything."
"Then why did you ask me in that doubting way if it was true?"
"Because my son is prevaricating with me, and speaking in a strange,evasive way. He never spoke to me like that before. Do you think meblind, Frank? Do you think that I, upon whom your tiny eyes firstopened--your mother, who has watched you with all a mother's love fromyour birth, cannot read every change in your countenance? Do you thinkI cannot see that you are fighting hard to keep something back?--you,whom I have always been so proud to think were as frank by nature as youare by name? Come, be honest with me. You are hiding something fromme?"
"Yes, mother," cried the lad, throwing back his head and speakingdefiantly now, "I am."
"Then tell me what it is at once. I am your mother, from whom nothingshould be hid. If the matter is one for which you feel shame, if it issome wrong-doing, the more reason that you should come to me, my boy,and confide in me, that I may take you once again to my heart, and kneelwith you, that we may together pray for forgiveness and the strength tobe given to save you from such another sin."
"Mother," cried the boy passionately, "I have not sinned in this!"
"Ah!--Then what is it?"
"I cannot tell you."
"Frank, if ever there was a time when mother and son should be firmlytied in mutual confidence, it is now. I have no one to cling to butyou, and you hold me at a distance like this."
"Yes, yes; but I cannot tell you."
"You think so, my boy; but don't keep it from me."
"Mother," cried Frank wildly, "I must!"
"You shall not, my boy. I will know."
"I cannot tell you."
He held out his hands to her imploringly, but she drew back from him,and her eyes seemed to draw the truth he strove so hard to keep hiddenfrom his unwilling lips.
"There, then!" he cried passionately; "I bore it as long as I could:because he insulted my father--it was to defend his honour that I struckhim, and we fought."
"You drew to defend your father's honour," said Lady Gowan hoarsely; andher face looked drawn and her lips white.
"Yes, that was it. Is it so childish of me to say that I could not helpthat?"
"No," said Lady Gowan, in a painful whisper. "How did he insult yourfather? What did he say?"
"Must I tell you?"
"Yes."
Frank drew a long, deep, sobbing breath, and his voice sounded brokenand strange, as he said in a low, passionate voice:
"He dared to insult my father--he said he was false to the King--that hehad broken his oath as a soldier--that he was a miserable rebel andJacobite, and had gone over to the Pretender's side."
"Oh!" ejaculated Lady Gowan, shrinking back into the corner of thecouch, and covering her face with her hands.
"Mother, forgive me!" cried the lad, throwing himself upon his knees,and trying to draw her hands from her face. "I could not speak. Itseemed so horrible to have to tell you such a cruel slander as that. Icould not help it. I should have struck at anybody who said it, even ifit had been the Prince himself."
Lady Gowan let her son draw her hands from her white, drawn face, andsat back gazing wildly in his eyes.
"Oh, mother!" he cried piteously, "can you think this a sin? Don't lookat me like that."
She uttered a passionate cry, clasped him to her breast, and let herface sink upon his shoulder, sobbing painfully the while.
"I knew what pain it would give you, dear," he whispered, with his lipsto her ear; "but you made me tell you. I was obliged to fight him.Father would have been ashamed of me, and called me a miserable coward,if I had not stood up for him as I did."
"Then--then--he said that of your father?" faltered Lady Gowan, with herconvulsed face still hidden.
"Yes."
"And you denied it, Frank."
"Of course," cried the lad proudly; "and then we fought, and I did notknow what was happening till the Prince came and struck down ourswords."
Lady Gowan raised her piteous-looking face, pressed her son back fromher, and rose from the couch.
"Go now, my boy," she said, in a low, agonised voice.
"Back to prison?" he said. "But tell me first that you are not so angrywith me. I can't feel that I was so wrong."
"No, no, my boy--no, I cannot blame you," sighed Lady Gowan.
"And you forgive me, mother?"
"Forgive you? Oh, my own, true, brave lad, it is not your fault, butthat of these terrible times. Go now, I can bear no more."
"Say that once again," whispered Frank, clinging to her.
"I cannot speak, my darling. I am suffering more than I can tell you.There, leave me, dearest. I want to be alone, to think and pray forhelp in this terrible time of affliction. Frank, I am nearlybroken-hearted."
"And I have been the cause," he said sadly.
"You? Oh no, no, my own, brave, true boy. I never felt prouder of youthan I do now. Go back. I must think. Then I will see the Princess.The Prince is not so very angry with you, and he will forgive you whenhe knows the truth."
"And you, mother?"
"I?" cried the poor woman passionately. "Heaven help me! I do not feelthat I have anything to forgive."
Lady Gowan embraced her son once more, and stood looking after him as hedescended the stairs, while Frank walked over to his prison with headerect and a flush of pride in his cheeks.
"There," he muttered, as he passed the sentry, "let them say or do whatthey like; I don't care now."
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