"Let the tunics be made of a thick and good cloth. Let the men have short trousers--or, as we call them, knickerbockers--with leather gaiters and lace boots. The shoes of your soldier are altogether a mistake. I will bring you a sketch, tomorrow; and you will see that it is neat, as well as serviceable."
"Thank you.
"By the way, I suppose that you have no objection to my mentioning, at the meeting this evening, that your sons have joined? If there should be any inclination to hang back--which I hope there will not be--the fact that your boys have joined may decide many who would otherwise hesitate."
"Certainly.
"I will not detain you longer, at present. I shall see you in a day or two, and any assistance which I can give is at your service."
"Thanks very much. I only wish that you could go with us.
"Goodbye. Tell the boys that their names are down, and that we shall begin drill in a day or two."
[Chapter 3]: Death To The Spy!
The next morning Madame Duburg arrived, at ten o'clock; an hour at which she had never, as far as Mrs. Barclay knew, turned out of her house since her marriage. She was actually walking fast, too. It was evident that something serious was the matter.
Mrs. Barclay was in the garden, and her visitor came straight out from the house to her.