Suddenly Judge Conway
passed through the crowd, reached the spot where the young people were
conversing, and darting a glance of positive fury at the youth--a
glance which made his eyes resemble coals of fire--offered his arm to
his daughter, and abruptly bore her away.
Davenant's face flushed crimson, and his eyes darted flame. He took a
step as though about to follow--but all at once he stopped.
Then from red his face became pale. The old expression of sadness
returned to his lips. With head bent down, and a faint color stealing
over his cheeks, he went toward the door, and passed though it, and
disappeared.
Before I had time to reflect upon this singular incident, I heard the
voice of Stuart.
"Come, Surry! to horse! unless you wish to remain!" he said.
"Ready, general!" I replied.
And in five minutes we were galloping toward Fleetwood.
"A gay ball," said Stuart, as we rode along; "but do you remember _my
instinct_, Surry?"
"Perfectly, general. Has it told you something on the present
occasion?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"You have heard of the famous ball at Brussells, broken up by the guns
of Waterloo?"
"Certainly."
"Well, I think that this one will prove similar--that cannon are going
to thunder before the music stops."
Stuart had scarcely spoken when rapid hoof-strokes were heard in front,
and a horseman shot by.
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