Few as were the words, the tone and manner of the speaker struck Dunn with astonishment, and he said,—
“Have you been long in the service?”
“Some years,” was the short reply.
“It's very strange,” said Dunn, regarding him fixedly, “but your features are quite familiar to me. You are very like a young officer who cut such a dash here formerly,—a spendthrift fellow, in a Lancer regiment.”
“Pray don't involve yourself in any difficulty,” said Conway, “for, perhaps—indeed, I 'm convinced—you are describing myself.”
“Conway, of the Twelfth?”
“The same, at your service,—at least, in so far as being ruined and one-armed means the same with the fellow who had a good fortune, and two hands to scatter it.”
“I must go. I 'm impatient to be away,” said Sybella, eagerly.
“Then there is the carriage at the door,” said Dunn. “This time I have resolved to have my way;” and he gave her his arm courteously to conduct her.
“Could you call upon me to-morrow—could you breakfast with me, Mr. Conway?” said Dunn, as he gave him his hand at parting; “my request is connected with a subject of great importance to yourself.”