"Not for two days," said the lady.
Mr. Pollin crossed his knees with an effort, and tried to look over his waistcoat at his polished boots.
"He returns to his regiment shortly," added Mrs. Travers.
Her brother coughed gently, and scrutinized the ring on his finger with an intensity that seemed quite uncalled for.
"What is the matter?" cried the lady, breathless with the suspense.
"Nothing, my dear, although I hardly envy Harry. I'm afraid he will find his regiment a rather uncomfortable place," replied Pollin.
"Do you mean the regiment, or his quarters, Richard?"
"His quarters are comfortable enough for a better man," replied the elderly dandy, with a slight ring of emotion in his voice.
"Richard," exclaimed the dame, "what are you hinting about your nephew?"
"No nephew of mine," replied the other, "nor even of yours, I think. Poor Charles and old Sir Peter were first cousins, were they not?"