Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Afghan Wars -- Fiction
He watched long and anxiously; there was no sign of her seeing or
recognising him, and, placed where they were, apart, he had neither
excuse nor opportunity for drawing nearer her. The durbar closed at
last; a banquet, solemn and magnificent, followed; then, on lumbering
elephants and beautiful horses, the various dignitaries withdrew,
each followed by his noisy and half-nude _suwarri_. A small but
select evening party of Europeans was invited that night to the house
of the Viceroy; thither went Audley; and there, as he had quite
anticipated, they met, not in the suite of rooms, however, but in the
magnificent gardens, where there was a display of those wonderful
rockets, stars, wooden shells that burst in mid air, displaying a
thousand prismatic hues, and many others of those pyrotechnic
efforts, in which the Indians so peculiarly excel.
In a walk of the garden, while actually seeking for her, he met Sybil
face to face, but leaning on the arm of the same brilliantly dressed
officer; for no uniform is more gorgeous or lavish than that of the
Irregular Horse, for fancy, vanity, and the army-tailor "run riot"
together. He was carrying his cap under his other arm, and seemed
entirely satisfied with himself and his companion, in whose pretty
ear he was whispering, while smiling, with all the provoking air of a
privileged man.
"Ah, Miss Devereaux--you surely remember me?" said Audley, bowing
low, with a flush on his brow, and, despite all his efforts, an
unmistakable sickly smile in his face.
Sybil grew a trifle paler, as she presented her hand, with a far from
startled expression; for she had been quite aware that he was
somewhere about the Viceregal Court, and therefore, to her, the
meeting was not quite so unexpected.
"You do not seem surprised?" said he.
"Why should I, Mr. Trevelyan, when I knew that you were here?" she
replied with perfect candour; "but I am so--so delighted--indeed I
am, Audley;" then perceiving that there was an undoubted awkwardness
in all this, she coloured, while her eyes sparkled with vexation, and
she introduced the two gentlemen rather nervously by name, and then
added, in an explanatory tone, to the cavalry officer, "He is quite
an old friend, believe me--the same who saved my life. Surely I told
you?"
"I am not aware--oh yes--perhaps," drawled the other: "at Cairo, was
it not?"
"No, no--in Cornwall."
"But it was in Cairo you told me, when we visited the citadel by
moonlight----"
"And we are, as I said, such old friends," she added hastily.
"That, doubtless, you will have much to say to each other. Permit
me; for I am perhaps _de trop_," interrupted the other, twirling a
moustache, and looking somewhat cloudy; "but I shall hope to see you
ere the trumpets announce supper;" and with a smiling bow he resigned
Sybil to Audley's proffered arm, and retired with a good grace to
join another group.
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