The boys were seen no more, but
sent word by Bernard that they were wet through, they should not
dress, but should get some supper in the kitchen, and go to bed.
On Sunday Lance had recovered himself and his temper, but in the
evening he made another attempt upon Felix in private. His heart was
greatly set upon Marshlands, and he argued that there was no evil at
all in what they had been doing, and entreated Felix to be content
with the promise both were willing to make, to take no share in
anything doubtful--not even to play at billiards, or cards--if that
would satisfy him, said Lance, 'but we will promise anything you
please against playing, or betting, or--'
'I know, Lance, you once made such a promise, and kept it. I trust
you entirely. But before, it would have been cruel to keep you from
that sick boy; now this would be mere running into temptation for
your own amusement.'
'Harry is not much better off than Fernan was,' said Lancelot,
wistfully.
'Poor fellow! very likely not; but it would be more certain harm to
yourself than good to him. Any way, no respectable person would
choose to be intimate there, or to let their boys resort there; and
it is my duty not to consent.
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