“The wearer of that uniform has had many adventures, doubtless, but he has not come to any harm yet.”
I might have talked further, but I knew that naught more was needed for Kate Van Auken.
Moreover, no words could ever be cited against me.
CHAPTER VII. IN BURGOYNE’S CAMP.
Belt awoke the next morning in fairly good health, but very sour of temper. Like some other people whom I know, he seemed to hold everybody he met personally responsible for his own misfortunes, which I take it is most disagreeable for all concerned. He spoke to me in most churlish manner, though I am fair to say I replied in similar fashion, which for some reason seemed to cause him discontent. Then he went out and quarreled with Whitestone and the others, who had been doing their duty in complete fashion.
But a few minutes after he had gone out, Madame Van Auken, who was a lady in the highest degree, though a Tory one, came to me and said she and her daughter had prepared breakfast; scanty, it is true, for the rebels had passed that way too often, but it would most likely be better than army fare, and would be good for invalids; would I be so kind as to ask Lieutenant Belt to come in and share it with them, and would I do them the further kindness to present myself at the breakfast also? I would be delighted, and I said so, also hurrying forth to find Belt, to whom I gave the invitation. He accepted in tone somewhat ungracious, I thought, but improved in manner when he entered the presence of the ladies; for, after all, Belt was a gentleman, and I will admit that he had been unfortunate. As we went in to the breakfast table I said to Belt:
“You’ve come out of that chill and fever very well, lieutenant. You look a little weak, but all right otherwise.”
“You seem to have had your own worries,” he replied a bit slowly, “for something has been painting night under your eyes.”