And home went they to Hollymead, hurriedly as once before. But not to stay there; only to leave the ladies within a few minutes in getting ready for the “route.” Then back down to Ruardean to order the “Assembly” sounded; soon after “Boots and saddles”; in fine, the “Forward, march!” and before the sun had sunk over the far Hatteral Hills, the sequestered village had resumed its wonted tranquillity, not a soldier to be seen in its streets, nor anywhere round it.
Chapter Fifty Three.
Again Presentiments.
“Don’t you wish we were back in Gloucester, Sab?”
“Why wish that, Vag?”
“It’s so lonely here.”
“How you’ve changed, and in so short a time! While in the city you were all longings for the country and now—”
“Now I long to get back to the city.”