He slightly elevated his eyebrows, but said nothing.
"Do you know what sort of man Mr. Huntingdon is?" said I.
"I think I have an idea."
"Have you so clear an idea that you can hear, without surprise or disapproval, that I meditate escaping with that child to some secret asylum where we can live in peace and never see him again?"
"Is it really so?"
"If you have not," continued I, "I'll tell you something more about him"—and I gave a sketch of his general conduct, and a more particular account of his behaviour with regard to his child, and explained my apprehensions on the latter's account, and my determination to deliver him from his father's influence.
Frederick was exceedingly indignant against Mr. Huntingdon, and very much grieved for me; but still, he looked upon my project as wild and impracticable; he deemed my fears
