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you little stupid, and—there, see how propitious the fates are to you!” he continued, as he saw something unnoticed by his little companion.

      “What do you mean?”

      “Why, the enemy.”

      “The enemy?”

      “Well, the Amazonian brigade have seen the demonstration being made by the Major on their left flank, the officer in command has given the order, and they have countermarched and are returning by troops from the left.”

      “But are they coming back this way?”

      “To be sure they are, and if you sit still you will be able to enfilade them as they retreat.”

      “Oh, please don’t—pray don’t, Glen, there’s a good fellow!”

      “My dear boy, don’t what?”

      “Don’t light another cigar. Elderly ladies hate smoking, and you’ll send them off in another direction. Besides, it’s forbidden.”

      “Oh, very well, most inflammable of youths. I shall have to make this the subject of a despatch to mamma.”

      “Hush! be quiet. Don’t seem to notice them, or they may turn off another way. I say, old Malpas is done.”

      “And you are able to deliver a charge without change of position.”

      It might have been from design, or it might have been pure accident, for ladies’ pockets always do seem made to hold their contents unsafely. Certain it was, however, that as the Honourable Misses Dymcox marched stiffly by, closely followed by their nieces, all looking straight before them, and as if they were not enjoying their walk in the slightest degree, there was a glint of something white, and Clotilde’s little old and not particularly fine handkerchief fell to the ground.

      Glen saw it, and did not move.

      Richard Millet did not see it for the moment, but as soon as it caught his eye he impulsively dashed from his seat, picked it up, and ran a few steps after the little party.

      “Excuse me,” he exclaimed.

      “Oh, thank you,” said Clotilde; and she stretched out her hand to take the handkerchief, but in a quick, unobtrusive way Miss Isabella interposed her thin stiff form, received the handkerchief from the young officer with a formal obeisance, and before he could recover from the paralysing chill of her severe look, the party had passed on.

      “But I had a good look at her,” he cried excitedly, as he rejoined his companion.

      “And that severe lady had a good look at you, Dick. What a cold, steely glance it was!”

      “But did you see her eyes, Glen—dark as night!” he cried rapturously. “Did you see the glance she gave me?”

      “No,” said the young officer bluntly, “seemed to me as if she wanted her glasses;” and then to himself, “She is handsome, and if it were not conceited, I should say she was looking at me.”

Volume One—Chapter Three.

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      Captain Millet’s Brother’s Wife.

      Plump, blonde Lady Millet uttered an ejaculation and made a gesture of annoyance as she settled herself in a luxurious lounge.

      “Now, do for goodness’ sake wipe your eyes, Gertrude, and be sensible if you can! I declare it’s enough to worry one to death. Once for all, I tell you I do not like these Huishes, and what your father could have been about to listen to your uncle Robert and bring that young man here I can’t think.”

      Gertrude Millet forced back her tears, and bent lower over some work upon which she was engaged in the drawing-room of her father’s house in Grosvenor Square.

      “They are very plebeian sort of people, and they have no money; but because his father was an old friend of your uncle Robert’s when he was a young man, this Mr. John Huish must be invited here, and you, you silly child! must let him make eyes at you.”

      “Really, mamma—”

      “Now do let me speak, Gertrude,” said Lady Millet severely. “It is as I say, and I will not have it. Sentimentality does very well for low-class people, but we have a position to maintain, and I have other views for you.”

      “But, mamma, you never thought Frank Morrison plebeian,” said Gertrude, raising her bright grey eyes to bring them to bear on her dignified mother, who was arranging the lace about her plump white throat.

      “My dear child, comparisons are odious, and at your age you should allow people to think for you. Does it ever occur to you that your mother’s sole wish—the object for which she almost entirely lives—is to see her child happily settled in life? No, no; don’t speak, please: you hurt me. I consented to your sister Renée’s union with Frank for many reasons. Certainly his family is plebeian, but he is a young man whom I am rejoiced to see determined to make use of his wealth to his own elevation—to marry well, and be the founder of a new family of gentry.”

      “But I’m sure Renée is not happy, mamma.”

      “Then, in her position, it is her own fault, my dear, of course. I had been married years before I had a second carriage. Once for all, there is no comparison between Frank and this Mr. Huish. If it had not been out of commiseration for your uncle Robert—it being his wish—Mr. Huish would not have been received here at all.”

      Gertrude bit her nether lip, and bent lower over her work as sweet and lovable a face as girl of twenty could have.

      “Your uncle is a most unhappy man; and if he were not so rich people would call him insane, living such an absurd life as he does. I often feel as if I must go and rouse him up, and force him to act like a Christian. By the way, you have not been to see him lately?”

      “No, mamma.”

      “Call, then, soon. He must not be neglected. We have our duties to do, and that is one of them. He is always kind to you?”

      “Always, mamma.”

      “That is right. You must humour him, for he seems to have taken a most unnatural dislike to Richard.”

      “Yes, mamma.”

      “Do you think so?” said Lady Millet sharply.

      “He forbade Dick to call again after he had importuned him for money.”

      “Foolish, reckless boy! That’s the way young people always seem to me determined to wreck their prospects. Your uncle Robert has no one else to leave his money to but you children, and yet you persist in running counter to his wishes.”

      “I, mamma?”

      “All of you. Do you suppose because he desired your father to take a little more notice of this John Huish that you were to throw yourself at his head?”

      Gertrude squeezed her eyelids very tightly together, and took three or four stitches in the dark.

      “I have always found Uncle Robert particularly kind to me.”

      “And so he would be to Renée and to Richard if they were not so foolish. I declare I don’t know what that boy can possibly do with his money. But, there, I suppose being in a regiment is expensive.”

      “Do you like Major Malpas, mamma?” said Gertrude suddenly.

      “Certainly not!” said Lady Millet tartly; “and really, Gertrude, you are a most extraordinary girl! John Huish one moment, Major Malpas the next. Huish was bad enough; now don’t, for goodness’ sake, go throwing yourself at Major Malpas.”

      “Mamma!”

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