"You did right, Cary,"--and the dark grey eyes looked full into mine.
"Who are we, to refuse our best to the Master when He calls? But it is
hard, hard to bear it!"
"Is there _any_ hope of escape?" I asked.
"There is always hope where God is," said Annas. "But it is not always
hope for earth."
Flora kissed me, and whispered, "Thank you for Angus!" but then she
broke down, and cried like a child.
"Have you heard anything of Angus?" I asked.
"Yes," said Annas, who shed no tears. "He is safe in France, with
friends of the Cause."
"In France!" cried I.
"Yes. Did you think he could stay in England? Impossible, except now
and then in disguise, for a stolen visit, perhaps, when some years are
gone."
"Then if Colonel Keith could escape--"
"That would be his lot. Of course, unless the Prince were entirely
successful."