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Away
went
George
,
his
nerves
quivering
with
excitement
at
the
news
so
long
looked
for
,
so
sudden
when
it
came
.
What
were
love
and
intrigue
now
?
He
thought
about
a
thousand
things
but
these
in
his
rapid
walk
to
his
quarters
--
his
past
life
and
future
chances
--
the
fate
which
might
be
before
him
--
the
wife
,
the
child
perhaps
,
from
whom
unseen
he
might
be
about
to
part
.
Oh
,
how
he
wished
that
night
's
work
undone
!
and
that
with
a
clear
conscience
at
least
he
might
say
farewell
to
the
tender
and
guileless
being
by
whose
love
he
had
set
such
little
store
!
He
thought
over
his
brief
married
life
.
In
those
few
weeks
he
had
frightfully
dissipated
his
little
capital
.
How
wild
and
reckless
he
had
been
!
Should
any
mischance
befall
him
:
what
was
then
left
for
her
?
How
unworthy
he
was
of
her
.
Why
had
he
married
her
?
He
was
not
fit
for
marriage
.
Why
had
he
disobeyed
his
father
,
who
had
been
always
so
generous
to
him
?
Hope
,
remorse
,
ambition
,
tenderness
,
and
selfish
regret
filled
his
heart
.
He
sate
down
and
wrote
to
his
father
,
remembering
what
he
had
said
once
before
,
when
he
was
engaged
to
fight
a
duel
.
Dawn
faintly
streaked
the
sky
as
he
closed
this
farewell
letter
.
He
sealed
it
,
and
kissed
the
superscription
.
He
thought
how
he
had
deserted
that
generous
father
,
and
of
the
thousand
kindnesses
which
the
stern
old
man
had
done
him
.
He
had
looked
into
Amelia
's
bedroom
when
he
entered
;
she
lay
quiet
,
and
her
eyes
seemed
closed
,
and
he
was
glad
that
she
was
asleep
.
On
arriving
at
his
quarters
from
the
ball
,
he
had
found
his
regimental
servant
already
making
preparations
for
his
departure
:
the
man
had
understood
his
signal
to
be
still
,
and
these
arrangements
were
very
quickly
and
silently
made
.
Should
he
go
in
and
wake
Amelia
,
he
thought
,
or
leave
a
note
for
her
brother
to
break
the
news
of
departure
to
her
?
He
went
in
to
look
at
her
once
again
.
She
had
been
awake
when
he
first
entered
her
room
,
but
had
kept
her
eyes
closed
,
so
that
even
her
wakefulness
should
not
seem
to
reproach
him
.
But
when
he
had
returned
,
so
soon
after
herself
,
too
,
this
timid
little
heart
had
felt
more
at
ease
,
and
turning
towards
him
as
he
stept
softly
out
of
the
room
,
she
had
fallen
into
a
light
sleep
.
George
came
in
and
looked
at
her
again
,
entering
still
more
softly
.
By
the
pale
night-lamp
he
could
see
her
sweet
,
pale
face
--
the
purple
eyelids
were
fringed
and
closed
,
and
one
round
arm
,
smooth
and
white
,
lay
outside
of
the
coverlet
.
Good
God
!
how
pure
she
was
;
how
gentle
,
how
tender
,
and
how
friendless
!
and
he
,
how
selfish
,
brutal
,
and
black
with
crime
!
Heart-stained
,
and
shame-stricken
,
he
stood
at
the
bed
's
foot
,
and
looked
at
the
sleeping
girl
How
dared
he
--
who
was
he
,
to
pray
for
one
so
spotless
!
God
bless
her
!
God
bless
her
!
He
came
to
the
bedside
,
and
looked
at
the
hand
,
the
little
soft
hand
,
lying
asleep
;
and
he
bent
over
the
pillow
noiselessly
towards
the
gentle
pale
face
.
Two
fair
arms
closed
tenderly
round
his
neck
as
he
stooped
down
.
"
I
am
awake
,
George
,
"
the
poor
child
said
,
with
a
sob
fit
to
break
the
little
heart
that
nestled
so
closely
by
his
own
.
She
was
awake
,
poor
soul
,
and
to
what
?
At
that
moment
a
bugle
from
the
Place
of
Arms
began
sounding
clearly
,
and
was
taken
up
through
the
town
;
and
amidst
the
drums
of
the
infantry
,
and
the
shrill
pipes
of
the
Scotch
,
the
whole
city
awoke
.
We
do
not
claim
to
rank
among
the
military
novelists
.
Our
place
is
with
the
non-combatants
.
When
the
decks
are
cleared
for
action
we
go
below
and
wait
meekly
.
We
should
only
be
in
the
way
of
the
manoeuvres
that
the
gallant
fellows
are
performing
overhead
.
We
shall
go
no
farther
with
the
--
th
than
to
the
city
gate
:
and
leaving
Major
O'Dowd
to
his
duty
,
come
back
to
the
Major
's
wife
,
and
the
ladies
and
the
baggage
.
Now
the
Major
and
his
lady
,
who
had
not
been
invited
to
the
ball
at
which
in
our
last
chapter
other
of
our
friends
figured
,
had
much
more
time
to
take
their
wholesome
natural
rest
in
bed
,
than
was
accorded
to
people
who
wished
to
enjoy
pleasure
as
well
as
to
do
duty
.
"
It
's
my
belief
,
Peggy
,
my
dear
,
"
said
he
,
as
he
placidly
pulled
his
nightcap
over
his
ears
,
"
that
there
will
be
such
a
ball
danced
in
a
day
or
two
as
some
of
'em
has
never
heard
the
chune
of
"
;
and
he
was
much
more
happy
to
retire
to
rest
after
partaking
of
a
quiet
tumbler
,
than
to
figure
at
any
other
sort
of
amusement
.
Peggy
,
for
her
part
,
would
have
liked
to
have
shown
her
turban
and
bird
of
paradise
at
the
ball
,
but
for
the
information
which
her
husband
had
given
her
,
and
which
made
her
very
grave
.
"
I
'd
like
ye
wake
me
about
half
an
hour
before
the
assembly
beats
,
"
the
Major
said
to
his
lady
.
"
Call
me
at
half-past
one
,
Peggy
dear
,
and
see
me
things
is
ready
.
May
be
I
'll
not
come
back
to
breakfast
,
Mrs.
O
'D
.
"
With
which
words
,
which
signified
his
opinion
that
the
regiment
would
march
the
next
morning
,
the
Major
ceased
talking
,
and
fell
asleep
.
