‘On the top of the big mound—to the right of the King.’
‘And I saw you; lots of times,’ she rejoined.
Loveday seemed pleased. ‘Did you really take the trouble to find me? That was very good of you.’
‘Her eyes followed you everywhere,’ said Mrs. Garland from an upper window.
‘Of course I looked at the dragoons most,’ said Anne, disconcerted. ‘And when I looked at them my eyes naturally fell upon the trumpets. I looked at the dragoons generally, no more.’
She did not mean to show any vexation to the trumpet-major, but he fancied otherwise, and stood repressed. The situation was relieved by the arrival of the miller, still looking serious.
‘I am very much concerned, John; I did not go to the review for nothing. There’s a letter a-waiting for me at Budmouth, and I must get it before bedtime, or I shan’t sleep a wink.’
‘I’ll go, of course,’ said John; ‘and perhaps Miss Garland would like to see what’s doing there to-day? Everybody is gone or going; the road is like a fair.’
He spoke pleadingly, but Anne was not won to assent.
‘You can drive in the gig; ’twill do Blossom good,’ said the miller.