"Yes, father; I will wait my chance, steal out, and then contrive to
make my way to some cottage where I can get food. I can bring it back,
and we can continue to remain here in hiding till you are strong enough
to go."
"Not a very pleasant prospect, Scar," said Sir Godfrey, "but I can
propose no better."
"I might be able to make my way to the Manor."
"No, no; you must not get help from there, my boy," said Sir Godfrey,
hastily.
"Why not, father? My mother and Lilian are there."
"True, Scarlett, but--"
"Mrs Forrester would be only too eager to help us."
"Her husband's enemies?"
"She is affording protection to my mother. Yes," added the lad, after a
pause, "I must go there."
Sir Godfrey remained silent.
"Father."
"Yes."
"You frightened me by being so still."
"I was only thinking, Scarlett," replied Sir Godfrey, sadly--"thinking I
was wrong to speak as I did. There, I have fought my best, and it is my
turn to lie down. I would we were both prisoners in such good hands."
"Then you consent to my going, father?"