“There is only one regiment for the Scotchman apparently,” said Frank, leading the way to the door. “Just hold these men here until I see what's doing, will you?” he said to the sentry as he passed in. “Now, then, young ladies, step to your right and await me in that corner. I must see what's to be done with these recruits. Then I shall find Kellerman for you.”
But he had no need to look for Kellerman, for before he returned the little Jew had caught sight of the young ladies and had made his way to them.
“Why, how splendid you look, Mr. Kellerman,” said Ethel. “I did not know you were in the Ninetieth.”
“I wasn't until Friday.”
“Do you mean to say you joined up to go away?” inquired Ethel.
“That's what,” said Kellerman.
“But you are—I mean—I do not see—” Ethel stopped in confusion.
“What you mean, Miss Murray, is that you are surprised at a Jew joining a military organisation,” said Kellerman with a quiet dignity quite new to him. Formerly his normal condition was one of half defiant, half cringing nervousness in the presence of ladies. To-night he carried himself with an easy self-possession, and it was due to more than the uniform.
“I am afraid you are right. It is horrid of me and I am awfully sorry,” said Ethel, impulsively offering him her hand.
“Why did you join, Mr. Kellerman?” said Jane in her quiet voice.