"God bless my soul!"
"Sir," said the Sergeant, tucking the garments under his arm beneath the Viscount's horrified gaze, "with your permission will proceed to warn grooms and stable-boys of approaching cavalry squadron!" and he marched out forthwith.
CHAPTER IX
WHICH IS A VERY BRIEF CHAPTER
"I pr'ythee spare me, gentle boy
Press me no more for that slight toy
That foolish trifle of a heart
I swear it will not do its part
Though thou dost thine——"
The Viscount checked his song and inserting the upper half of his person through the open lattice, hailed the Major cheerily.
"What, uncle, nunky, nunk—still at it? 'Tis high time you went to change your dress."
"O? And why, Tom?"
"I look for our company here in twenty minutes or so."