was a sort of mask for some subtler defiance. I reflected uneasily that no real understanding could be possible between these two in such a brief acquaintance; and, reassured, turned to greet our macaroni Ensign and Mistress Angelina Lansing, now approaching us.

That our regimental fop had sufficient diverted her was patent, she being over-flushed and smiling, and at gay swords’ points already with him, while he whisked his nose with his laced hanker and scattered the perfume of his snuff to the four winds.

So, two and two, we walked along the road to Croghan’s house, where was a negro wench to aid them and a soldier-servant to serve them. And the odd bits of furniture that had been used at our General’s headquarters had been taken there to eke out with rough make-shifts, fashioned by Alden’s