"And so he is. I saw him only cross the lawn, to where Colonel Sharpe was standing, but such ease and grace I never have seen exceeded—even your Mr. Dulany appeared awkward, by comparison."
"Sometime, I hope to meet him and acquire a bit of polish," he said, with a laugh in which good nature was just touched with scorn. "Meanwhile, it were just as well to be a good soldier and retire."
"Not going, Captain Herford."
"Yes, going; you are in a teasing mood, this morning. You go to the races to-morrow?"
"I certainly shall."
"And I may ride beside the coach?"
"If you wish," she said; "with Mr. Paca, and Mr. Hammond and——"
"And a score of others, of course."
He bowed over her hand a moment, then strolled away, singing softly the chorus of the old troop song:
"Then over the rocks and over the steep,