Volume I Part 21 (2/2)

”And the women are as bad as the men: nothing fine enough for them to wear; no jewels rich enough to put on! Did you ever hear them mention _me?_” asked he, suddenly, as though the thought flashed upon him that he had himself been exposed to comment of a very different kind.

”They told me of an old retired officer, who owned a most picturesque cottage, and said, if I remember aright, that the view from one of the windows was accounted one of the most perfect bits of river landscape in the kingdom.”

”Just the same as where you 're standing,--no difference in life,”

said M'Cormick, who was not to be seduced by the flattery into any demonstration of hospitality.

”I cannot imagine anything finer,” said Stapylton, as he threw himself at the foot of a tree, and seemed really to revel in enjoyment of the scene. ”One might, perhaps, if disposed to be critical, ask for a little opening in that copse yonder. I suspect we should get a peep at the bold cliff whose summit peers above the tree-tops.”

”You'd see the quarry, to be sure,” croaked out the Major, ”if that's what you mean.”

”May I offer you a cigar?” said Stapylton, whose self-possession was pushed somewhat hard by the other. ”An old campaigner is sure to be a smoker.”

”I am not. I never had a pipe in my mouth since Walcheren.”

”Since Walcheren! You don't say that you are an old Walcheren man?”

”I am, indeed. I was in the second battalion of the 103d,--the Duke's Fusiliers, if ever you heard of them.”

”Heard of them! The whole world has heard of them; but I did n't know there was a man of that splendid corps surviving. Why, they lost--let me see--they lost every officer but--” Here a vigorous effort to keep his cigar alight interposed, and kept him occupied for a few seconds. ”How many did you bring out of action,--four was it, or five? I'm certain you had n't six!”

”We were the same as the Buffs, man for man,” said M'Cormick.

”The poor Buffs!--very gallant fellows too!” sighed Stapylton. ”I have always maintained, and I always will maintain, that the Walcheren expedition, though not a success, was the proudest achievement of the British arms.”

”The shakes always began after sunrise, and in less than ten minutes you 'd see your nails growing blue.”

”How dreadful!”

”And if you felt your nose, you would n't know it was your nose; you 'd think it was a bit of a cold carrot.”

”Why was that?”

”Because there was no circulation; the blood would stop going round; and you 'd be that way for four hours,--till the sweating took you,--just the same as dead.”

”There, don't go on,--I can't stand it,--my nerves are all ajar already.”

”And then the cramps came on,” continued M'Cormick, in an ecstasy over a listener whose feelings he could harrow; ”first in the calves of the legs, and then all along the spine, so that you 'd be bent like a fish.”

”For Heaven's sake, spare me! I've seen some rough work, but that description of yours is perfectly horrifying! And when one thinks it was the glorious old 105th--”

”No, the 103d; the 105th was at Barbadoes,” broke in the Major, testily.

”So they were, and got their share of the yellow fever at that very time too,” said Stapylton, hazarding a not very rash conjecture.

”Maybe they did, and maybe they didn't,” was the dry rejoinder.

It required all Stapylton's nice tact to get the Major once more full swing at the expedition, but he at last accomplished the feat, and with such success that M'Cormick suggested an adjournment within doors, and faintly hinted at a possible something to drink. The wily guest, however, declined this. ”He liked,” he said, ”that nice breezy spot under those fine old trees, and with that glorious reach of the river before them. Could a man but join to these enjoyments,” he continued, ”just a neighbor or two,--an old friend or so that he really liked,--one not alone agreeable from his tastes, but to whom the link of early companions.h.i.+p also attached us, with this addition I could call this a paradise.”

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