The countenance of the stranger underwent several changes during this
speech of John's, and at its close his eyes rested on him with a softer
expression than generally marked its rigid and compressed muscles.
Willing to change a discourse that was growing too particular for a
mail-coach, John addressed himself to the opposite passengers, while his
eye yet dwelt on the face of the military stranger.
"We are likely to have a fine day, gentlemen." The soldier bowed
stiffly, as he smiled his assent, and the other passenger humbly
answered, "Very, Mr. John," in the well known tones of honest Peter
Johnson. Moseley started, as he turned his face for the first time on
the lank figure which was modestly compressed into the smallest possible
compass in the corner of the coach, in a way not to come in contact with
any of its neighbors.
"Johnson," exclaimed John, in astonishment, "you here! Where are you
going--to London?"
"To London, Mr. John," replied Peter, with a look of much importance;
and then, by way of silencing further interrogatories, he added, "On my
master's business, sir."
Both Moseley and Lord Henry examined him closely; the former wondering
what could take the steward, at the age of seventy, for the first time
in his life, into the vortex of the capital; and the latter in
admiration at this figure and equipments of the old man. Peter was in
full costume, with the exception of the goggles, and was in reality a
subject to be gazed at; but nothing relaxed the muscles or attracted the
particular notice of the soldier, who, having regained his set form of
countenance, appeared drawn up in himself, waiting patiently for the
moment he was expected to act. Nor did he utter more than as many words
in the course of the first fifty miles of their journey. His dialect was
singular, and such as put his hearers at a loss to determine his
country. Lord Henry stared at him every time he spoke, as if to say,
what countryman are you? until at length he suggested to John he was
some officer whom the downfall of Bonaparte had driven into retirement.
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