“He is there; he is a friend of Captain Somers,” sneered she, as she walked into the apartment as though she had been a superior being.
“How is your health, Captain Somers?” asked the person who followed Maud.
He was an officer, and his head was tied up with a bandage.
“Major Riggleston!” exclaimed Somers, starting from his chair.
“Goodness!” ejaculated Mrs. Somers, fearful that the excitement her son exhibited would throw him into another fever. “What ails the boy?”
“You are certainly the person at whom I fired,” added Somers, as he gazed at the form and features of the newcomer.
“No doubt of that, Captain Somers,” replied the major. “And a very nice time I’ve had of it too.”
“I hope some one will serve you in the same way,” said Maud, spitefully.
“For massy sake!” exclaimed Mrs. Somers, fearful in the gathering events that some one would serve her darling boy in the same way. “What has Thomas done?”
“He is a—”