"It appears they could not," replies he, with a prolonged and audible sigh.

"I always said your colonel was a bear," says Miss Massereene, vindictively.

"Well, but you see, he doesn't know how matters stand; he never heard of you," replies Luttrell, apologetically.

"Well, he ought to know; and even if he did, he would do it all the more. Oh, Teddy! dear Teddy!"—with a sudden change of tone, thoroughly appreciated by one individual at least,—"what shall I do without you?"

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CHAPTER XXXI.

"When we two parted in silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted, to sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek, and cold, colder thy kiss."

—Byron.