“Yes. Good bye. Good bye, Emily.”
Emily turned and nodded, with her face scarlet at the mention of Wentworth’s name. She had been living in broader life for the last hour, and now her heart was painfully sinking back to its private love and sorrow.
Without stopping the carriage, Harrington opened the door, sprang out, and walked for a moment between the wheels to refix the hasp, then stepped back, touched his hat, and was gone.
Muriel turned and watched from the oval window in the back of the carriage his martial figure as it strode up the street.
“There goes a chevalier,” she said, gaily, as she turned away.
“Yes,” replied Emily. “First in war, first in peace”—
“And first in the hearts of his countrywomen,” concluded Muriel.
They laughed merrily, and the carriage went on.