m cheering to
the Palace gates, where they were stopped by the sentries; and they
cheered him loudly once more as he walked slowly by the soldiery.

"Arrested again!" said Frank softly. "Well, if I can only go and see
her first, it does not matter now."

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.

FRANK ASKS LEAVE TO GO.

"Yes," said Lady Gowan sadly, after her meeting with her son, "it is
terrible; but after all my teaching, telling you of your duty to be
loyal to those whom we serve and who have been such friends to us, I
could not nerve myself to tell you the dreadful truth. You are right,
my boy. More than ever now we are out of place here; we must go."

"Yes, mother," said the boy gravely, "we must go."

"Let me read the letter, Frank."

"Read it, mother? I have repeated every word. It wanted no learning.
I knew it when I had read it once."

"Yes; but I must read your father's letter to you myself."

"How could I keep it?" he said, almost fiercely. "I expected to be
arrested and searched. It is burned."

Lady Gowan uttered a weary sigh, and clung to her boy's hand.

"Going, dear?" she said; "so soon?"

"Yes, mother; I have so much to do. I can't stay now. Perhaps I shall
be a prisoner again after this business, and coming back here protected
by a riotous crowd."

"No, no, dear; the Prince, however stern his father may be, is just, and
he will not punish you."

"I don't know," said the boy drearily. "I want to do something before I
am stopped;" and he hurried away, looking older and more careworn than
ever, to go at once to the officers' quarters, intending to see Captain
Murray; but the first person he met was the doctor, who caught him by
the arm, and almost dragged him into his room.

"Sit down there," he cried sharply, as he scanned the boy with his
searching gaze.

"Don't stop me, sir, please," said Frank appealingly. "I am very busy.
Do you want me?"

"No; but you look as if you want me."

"No, sir--no."

"But I say you do. Don't contradict me. Think I don't know what I'm
saying? You do want me. A boy of your years has no business to look
like that. What have you been doing? Why, your pulse is galloping
nineteen to the dozen, and your head's as hot as fire. You've been
eating too much, you voracious young wolf. It's liver and bile. All
right, my fine fellow! Pill hydrarg, to-night, and to-morrow morning a
delicious goblet before breakfast--sulph mag, tinct sennae, ditto
calumba. T