“Yes, Miss Percival.”
“Then you are in the cavalry?”
“I am in the artillery, and that, you know, is cavalry.”
“And your regiment is quartered?”—-
“Quite near here.”
“Then you will be able to ride with us?”
“With the greatest pleasure.”
“That is settled. Let me see; where was I?”
“You do not know at all where you are, Bettina, and you are telling these gentlemen things which can not interest them.”
“Oh! I beg your pardon,” said the Cure. “The sale of this estate is the only subject of conversation in the neighborhood just now, and Miss Percival’s account interests me very much.”