“Why, the enemy.”
“The enemy?”
“Well, the Amazonian brigade have seen the demonstration being made by the Major on their left flank, the officer in command has given the order, and they have countermarched and are returning by troops from the left.”
“But are they coming back this way?”
“To be sure they are, and if you sit still you will be able to enfilade them as they retreat.”
“Oh, please don’t—pray don’t, Glen, there’s a good fellow!”
“My dear boy, don’t what?”
“Don’t light another cigar. Elderly ladies hate smoking, and you’ll send them off in another direction. Besides, it’s forbidden.”
“Oh, very well, most inflammable of youths. I shall have to make this the subject of a despatch to mamma.”
“Hush! be quiet. Don’t seem to notice them, or they may turn off another way. I say, old Malpas is done.”