"But not the Hunt Cup," she replied with a laugh.
"No; but he wasn't far out," said Alan. "Then there's Harry Morby; he's your devoted slave."
"Is he? There's not much of the slave about him," she replied, smiling. "I suppose he's sorry you are not in your old regiment."
"He says so; I really believe he is."
"The Sherwoods are a famous cavalry regiment?" she asked.
"They bear an honored name, they have seen some service. I am lucky to get in there."
"You were always a good soldier."
"Glad you think so. There'll be no feather-bed soldiering this time."
"You seem positive there will be war?"
"Yes; absolutely certain."