Shall I reveal to you, gentle reader, what Tom told me long afterward?
He had advanced and been repulsed--had attacked and been "scattered."
Pardon the slang of the army, and admire the expeditious operations of
the gentlemen of the cavalry!
Tom was blushing, but laughing too. He was game, if he _was_
unfortunate. He did not even decline the material enjoyment of lunch,
and having led in the young Miss Katy, with a charmingly foppish air,
took his seat at the table, which promised so much pleasure of another
description.
The fates frowned on us. Tom was unlucky that day, and I was drawn into
the vortex of bad fortune.
Suddenly a clatter of hoofs came from the grass plat in front of the
house; the rattle of sabres from a company of cavalry followed; and the
young ladies had just time to thrust us into the conservatory, when the
door opened, and an officer in blue uniform, accompanied by a lady,
entered the apartment.
XI.
I OVERHEAR A SINGULAR CONVERSATION.
I recognized the new-comers at a glance. They were Darke, and the gray
woman.
There was no mistaking that powerful figure, of low stature, but
herculean proportions; that gloomy and phlegmatic face, half-covered
with the black beard; and the eye glancing warily, but with a reckless
fire in them, from beneath the heavy eye-brows.
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