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Anstruther's opinion, had added to her recommendations, for it had been one of his rules that his granddaughter should have nothing whatever to say to any of his servants. But though the news that Mrs. Parkes was to be her escort lessened the pleasure that she was feeling at the thought of the long railway journey that lay before her, it could not by any means wholly destroy it.
But whatever Anstruther's reflections might have been I had no means of knowing, as our bearers trotted onwards with his bamboo palanquin abreast of mine, both of our craft making good headway; the artful, yellow-hatted old scoundrel who had so successfully planned our capture bringing up the rear of the procession and grunting away at a fine rate behind.
My men strained every muscle, but the pace was impossible it could not last; and the rowers in the French boat hung over their oars also with enthusiasm. With the glass of the officer near me Kingdon of Anstruther's Regiment I could now see Doltaire standing erect in the boat, urging the boatmen on.
And the Admiral light his pipe and say: 'Bully for us, we are not kill! Who is to make the organ play Make it say zoon-kazoon? You with the corunet come this way You are the man, Magillel Piff! poum! kazoon, kazoon!" Now, this is the story of McGilveray the bandmaster of Anstruther's regiment: It was at the time of the taking of Quebec, the summer of 1759.
But he settled down after a little, and, with Mr Anstruther's help, devoted himself as zealously as ever to those branches of study absolutely necessary to advancement in the profession of an engineer. It was rather an anxious winter to Mrs Inglis on Jem's account, but it was, on the whole, a satisfactory winter to look back on, as far as he was concerned.
"Miss Vanderpoel," he said low to the vicar, "Lady Anstruther's sister." Mr. Penzance, replacing his own hat, looked after her with surprised pleasure. "Really," he exclaimed, "Miss Vanderpoel! What a fine girl! How unusually handsome!" Selden turned with a gasp of delighted, amazed recognition. "Miss Vanderpoel," he burst forth, "Reuben Vanderpoel's daughter!
"Then, finish in two hours," the woman said, gathering her draperies to flee away, "for I will ride with him to-night!" "Just a bit unconventional," murmured Alan Hawke. "Who the devil can this French-English woman be anyway." He realized that some subtle game depended upon the memories of the past strangely evoked by the artless Anstruther's babble.
Pursuing a certain vivid thought in her mind, she looked at her watch. "If you spoke to mother by cable this moment," she added, with accustomed coolness, and she felt her sister actually start as she spoke, "she could answer you by five o'clock." Lady Anstruther's start ended in a laugh and gasp more hysteric than her first.
The ground was almost bare of grass and dark of aspect. Remains of rustic seats and an old and corrugated oak post somewhere near the middle of the clearing had given rise to Mr Anstruther's conjecture that a summer-house had once stood there.
With a veiled flattery of the old civilian's wisdom and experience, he referred to his desire to consult him as to a secret journey in the direction of the Pamirs. The opportune windfall of Anstruther's ecarte and Berthe Louison's liberal advance enabled Major Alan Hawke to maintain a dignified and easy port as he wandered through Allahabad.
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