"He has gone into the army," replied Flora, with a perceptible modulation of voice.
"The army!" replied Cosmo, really surprised; "enlisted—for what?—a fifer or triangle boy?"
"No," replied Flora, curling her pretty nostril, while her eyes gleamed dangerously under their long thick lashes.
"For what, on earth, has he gone then?"
"A gentleman volunteer."
"A valuable acquisition to His Majesty's service!" said Cosmo, laughing, and, greatly to Flora's annoyance, seeming to be really amused; "do you know, friend Flora, what a volunteer is?"
"Not exactly, sir," said Flora, again looking down on her book of prints with a sigh of anger.
"Shall I tell you?"
"If you please."
"We never had any in the Household Brigade—such fellows are usually to be found only with the line corps."