"Letter for you, sir--an English one."
"For me! how, at this hour?" I exclaimed, starting up.
"It came by the mail this morning, sir; but was in the bag for the 88th. The address is almost obliterated, as you see, so the 88th officers were tossing-up for it, when Mr. Mostyn--"
"Pshaw! give me the letter," said I, impatiently. "It is from Sir Madoc--only Sir Madoc!" I added, with unconcealed disappointment; and in proportion as my countenance lowered, Phil's brightened with interest.
I tore open what appeared to be a pretty long letter.
"It seems to have a postscript," said Phil, lingering ere he went.
"Kindest regards to Caradoc from Winny and Dora."
"Is that all?"
"All that seems to refer to you, Phil."
Phil sighed, and said,