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I'm going to stay because I like it, and keep you company, and stop people from talking to you." Frank said little, but he thought a great deal, and the most about how, in spite of his old belief that he should never thoroughly care for his fellow-page, the tie of sympathy between them from the similarity of their positions was growing stronger every day.
He went on playfully bantering Andrew, till quite a little passage of give-and-take ensued, which made Frank think of what a strange mixture of clever, vain boy and thoughtful man his fellow-page seemed to be, while his own heart sank as he began to make comparisons, and he felt how thoroughly young he seemed to be amongst the clever men by whom he was surrounded.
Something very nearly akin to a guilty feeling troubled Frank upon meeting his fellow-page that afternoon; but his father's promise, in conjunction with his words respecting Andrew's actions being merely those of an enthusiastic boy, helped to modify the trouble he felt, and in a few minutes it passed off. For Andrew began by asking how his friend's father was, and praising him.
"Given up what?" "Going to those dangerous meetings; and, I say, give up being so fond of staring at yourself in the glass. I never did see such a vain coxcomb of a fellow." "H-r-r-ur!" growled Andrew, as he swung round fiercely upon his fellow-page. "Oh, if I had not made up my mind that I wouldn't quarrel with a brother! Ah! you may laugh; but you'll repent it one of these days."
Several days passed, and at each fresh meeting Andrew Forbes looked at his fellow-page inquiringly, as if asking whether he had spoken out yet; but the lad's manner was sufficient to show that he had not, though Frank was very cool and distant when they were alone. Then Andrew began to banter his companion.
After all Richard's exertions that evening, it was no wonder that the morning found him fast asleep at the unexampled hour of eight! His wakening was a strange one. His little fellow-page was standing beside him with a strange frightened yet important air. "What is the matter, John? It is late? Is the Prince gone to Mass?
The ceremony appeared to me interminable, for ten-year-old legs soon get tired, and ten-year-old eyelids grow very heavy as midnight approaches. When at length it ended, and my fellow-page was curled up fast asleep on the steps of the throne in his official finery, in glancing at my father I was amazed to find him prematurely aged.
Frank looked at him in disgust. "Hallo! what's the matter?" cried his fellow-page. "Not well?" "I was wondering whether you had any conscience." "I say, hark at the serious old man!" cried Andrew merrily. "Whatever made you ask that?" "Because it seemed impossible you could have one, to treat it all so lightly after taking me there last night." "I don't see how you can call it that.
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