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Stonor bent his head to whisper something in Jean Dunbarton's ear. She listened with lowered eyes and happy face. The discreet little interchange went on for several minutes, while the crowd booed at the bald-headed Labourite for his mistaken enthusiasm.
He was marched down the street in the centre of that small party of musketeers of Dunbarton's regiment, his thoughts all behind him rather than ahead, a smile on his lips. He had conquered at the last. He thought of that other parting of theirs, nearly a month ago, on the road by Walford. Now, as then, circumstance was the fire that had melted her.
"That's for the King's Battalion," said Knightley with a smile. "Yes," said Tessin, and picking up his sword from a corner he slung the bandolier across his shoulder. The bell rang out again; this time the number of the strokes was twenty. "That's for my Lord Dunbarton's Regiment," said Knightley. "Yes," said two of the remaining officers.
Lady John perceived that Jean had quietly slipped away from the others, and was standing behind her. If Mrs. Heriot had not been too absorbed in Dick Farnborough and Hermione she would have had a moment's pleasure in her handiwork that half-shamed scrutiny in Jean Dunbarton's face.
What else could the fool have hoped? And when he was discovered and Dunbarton's guns began to play on us hell and fire! we ran as if Sedgemoor had been a race-course. "The rest was but the natural sequel. The foot, seeing our confusion, broke. They were rallied again; broke again; and again were rallied; but all too late.
Wentworth turned and went out again to execute the General's orders. Feversham spoke to Richard. "We are oblige', Mr. Westercott," said he. "We are ver' much oblige'." Suddenly from a little distance came the roll of drums. Other sounds began to stir in the night outside to tell of a waking army. Feversham stood listening. "It is Dunbarton's," he murmured.
"Beset!" echoed Feversham. "Beset already?" "We can hear them moving on the moor. They are crossing the Langmoor Rhine. They will be upon us in ten minutes at the most. I have roused Colonel Douglas, and Dunbarton's regiment is ready for them." Feversham exploded. "What else 'ave you done?" he asked. "Where is Milor' Churchill?"
It was all very well for a mere girl to be staring indifferently out of the window, while a great historic party was steering straight for shipwreck; but it really was too much to see this man who ought to be taking the situation with the seriousness it deserved, strolling about the room with that abstracted air, looking superciliously at Mr. Dunbarton's examples of the Glasgow school.
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