"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?"
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.