"Yes, at Gibraltar. I was the general's orderly sergeant."
"And do you still hold the same distinguished position?"
"No, Mrs. Wilders," said McKay, simply; "I am now a commissioned officer, and have the honour to be the general's aide-de-camp."
"Rapid promotion that: I hope you deserved it. May I ask your name?"
"McKay—Stanislas McKay."
Could it be possible? The very man she was in search of the first to speak to her on arrival here at Balaclava! Surely there must be some mistake! Mastering her emotion at the suddenness of this news, she said—
"You will forgive my curiosity, but have you any other Christian names?"
"My name in full is Stanislas Anastasius Wilders McKay."
"That answer is my best excuse for asking you the question. You are, then, our cousin?"
McKay bowed.