“In Milan. The revolution’s broke out there. But I’ve no time to talk to you. Kossuth has sent me for you post-haste. He wants you to come at once. Are you ready?”
“You’re always in such haste, my dear Count. But when Kossuth commands, you know my answer. I’m ready. It only needs to put on my hat.”
“On with it then, and come along with me!”
From Portman Square to Saint John’s Wood is but a step; and the two were soon traversing the somewhat crooked causeway of South Bank.
When close to Kossuth’s residence they passed a man who stood, watch in hand, under a street-lamp—as if trying to ascertain the time of night.
They knew he was shamming, but said nothing; and went on, soon after entering the house.
Kossuth was within; and along with him several distinguished Hungarians.
“Captain Maynard!” he exclaimed, stepping out of the circle, and saluting his new-come guest.
Then taking him aside, he said:
“Look at this!”