ant you to get into trouble."

"Of course you don't," said the lad merrily. "But you mustn't think of
going fishing now. Hark! there are the Guards."

He hurried to the window, through which the trampling of horses and
jingling of spurs could be heard, and directly after the leaders of a
long line of horse came along between the rows of trees, the men gay in
their scarlet and gold, their accoutrements glittering in the sunshine.

"Look well, don't they?" said Andrew Forbes. "They ought to have given
my father a command like that. If he had a few regiments of horse, and
as many of foot, he'd soon make things different for old England."

"I say, do be quiet, Drew. You'll be getting in trouble, I know you
will. Why can't you let things rest."

"Because I'm a Royalist."

"No, you're not; you're a Jacobite. I say, why do they call them
Jacobites? What Jacob is it who leads them?"

"And you just fresh from Winchester! Where's your Latin?"

"Oh, I see," cried the boy: "Jacobus--James."

"That's right; you may go up. I wish I was an officer in the Guards."

"Behave yourself then, and some day the Prince may get you a
commission."

"Not he. Perhaps I shall have one without. Well, you'll go with me
this evening?"

"Oh, I don't know."

"That means you would if you could. Well, I'll manage it. And I'll
soon show you what the people in London think about the King."

"Sh! some one coming."

The two lads darted from the window as one of the doors was thrown open,
and an attendant made an announcement which resulted in the pages going
to the other end to open the farther door and draw back to allow the
Prince and Princess with a little following of ladies to pass through,
one of the last of the group turning to smile at Frank Gowan and kiss
her hand.

The boy turned to his companion, looking flushed and proud as the door
was closed after the retiring party.

"How handsome the Princess looked!" he said. "Hush!" said Forbes.
"Pretty well. Not half so nice as your mother; you ought to be proud of
her, Frank."

"I am," said the boy.

"But what a pity!"

"What's a pity?"

"That she should be in the Princess's train."

"A pity! Why the Princess makes her quite a friend."

"More pity still. Well, we shall be off duty soon, and then I'll get
leave for us to go."

"I don't think I want to now."

"Well I do, and you'd better come and take care of me, or perhaps I
shall get into a scrape."

"N