"How could he be anything else!"
"And is she very fast?"
"Very," Harry assents.
The ladies in the landau have both stretched their necks to look after the Amazon. But while the face of the blonde expresses merely critical curiosity, in her companion's dark eyes there is sad, even horrified, surprise.
The Amazon and her train disappear beneath the arched gate-way of the barracks.
"Lato!" the portly blonde calls to Treurenberg from the landau.
He does not hear her.
"Do you remember my 'Old Tom'?" he asks his friend, returning to his favourite theme.
"I should think so. A chestnut,--a magnificent creature!"
"Magnificent! A friend,--an actual friend. That fat Rhoden--a cousin of my wife's--broke his leg in riding him at a hunt. But, to speak of something pleasanter, how are they all at Komaritz? Your cousin must be very pretty by this time?" And Treurenberg looks askance at his friend.