"Farewell, brave Castilians," he cried aloud, "celebrate the marriage merrily: and let us hope that we shall never meet upon the battlefield of this unhappy country."
"Farewell!" replied Stephano, huskily.
Dulaurier pressed Don Pedro's and Stephano's hands, kissed that of Rosita, and joined his comrades outside.
"Wheel to the right—forward!" he shouted, at the head of his battalion.
Then came the roll of the drum, and they all marched past the window.
"Rosita," said Stephano to his cousin, "you are free, and we are going to be happy; but never let us forget Lieutenant Dulaurier!"
The Queer Side of Things.
