“Yes, sir, certainly, sir,” said the girl, eyeing George with such undisguised curiosity and admiration as showed that she had undoubtedly heard some portion at least of his story. “Missus ’ll be down in a minute, sir. Please to take a seat, sir.”
George settled himself comfortably in a chair near the fire, and, looking round at the well-remembered pictures and “curios” which still adorned the room, fell into a reverie in which his mind travelled backward and took him again in imagination through all that had happened to him since he last sat in that room. From this he was brought back abruptly to the present by the opening of the door and the entrance of Lucy.
Ah! how George’s heart leapt within his bosom as he looked at her. She was just the same charming girl as when he had seen her last, and yet there was a subtle difference. She was a trifle more womanly, her form was more fully developed, and if she was a shade paler, it only made her loveliness more distractingly bewitching than ever.
“Lucky Ned!” thought George. “To have been the chosen lover of such a woman as this—ay, though only for a few short hours, how willingly would I change places with you!”
“So you have come at last, captain,” said Lucy, offering her delicate little hand. “I was beginning to think that, with all the honours which have been showered upon you, you had quite forgotten your former friends.”
“No, Lucy, I have not,” answered George; “I have not forgotten one of them—least of all have I forgotten you. Forgotten! Why, I have never ceased to remember you; I do not believe a single waking hour has passed over my head since we last met, that I have not thought of you.”
Lucy laughed blithely; she saw by the earnestness of his manner that he was speaking the literal truth; he had not forgotten her, and all would yet be well.
“Fie, fie, captain,” said she, “it is easily to be seen that you have been to court; you have learned so thoroughly the art of flattery.”
“Ha!” exclaimed George, “have you heard of my visit to his Majesty, then?”
“Yes, indeed,” answered Lucy, “I have heard not only that, but, I believe, your whole story. Is it possible you are ignorant of the fact that your name is in everybody’s mouth, and that your story is public property?”