Harry was silent. He felt a little surprised, perhaps a little hurt, that Adèle should have shown more warmth to Fanshawe, a friend of later date. He did not know what he had expected; he could not, indeed, have put his thoughts into words; but the coldness of Mademoiselle’s farewell, so strongly contrasting with Madame’s affectionate manner, had left him vaguely dissatisfied and made him disinclined to talk. Fanshawe, however, was in high spirits, and chattered freely as they went side by side at a walking pace along the road to Breda. Sherebiah by and by overtook them, and kept a few yards behind. He too was in capital spirits, and, having no one to converse with, was humming as he rode: "So Tom Pearce he got to the top o’ the hill, All along, down along, out along lee; And he seed his old mare a-maken her will, Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan Whiddon, Harry Hawk, old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all, Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all. "So Tom Pearce’s old mare, her took sick an’ died, All along, down along, out along lee, And Tom, he sat down on a stone, an’ he cried, Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter——" "Confound you, Sherry!" cried Fanshawe, who had been so busy talking that not till this moment had he recognized the song. "Hanged if you are not always singing that wretched ’Widdicombe Fair’!" "Beg pardon, sir. No offence. ’Tis a favourite ditty o’ mine, and, axin’ your pardon, I thowt ’twas one o’ yourn too." "Nay; anything else, anything else, my good fellow, not that, as you love me." "Very good, sir. I be in a mind to troll a ditty, ’tis true, and if my tenor tones don’t offend ’ee, I’ll try a stave o’ ’Turmut-hoein’." Next morning, under a bright May sun, the troops in Breda marched out to join the Duke of Marlborough at Ruremond. As Harry’s troop passed Lindendaal, and he caught a glimpse of fluttering handkerchiefs at the windows, he could not help wondering whether he should see those kind friends again. At Ruremond the troops were reviewed by the duke himself; thence they marched to Juliers and Coblentz, where they halted for two days to allow the Prussian and Hanoverian levies in British pay to unite with them. Everybody had expected that the march would be continued up the Moselle, with the purpose of coming to grips with the French army under Marshal Villeroy. But to the general astonishment orders were given to cross that river by the stone bridge, and then the Rhine by two bridges of boats, and to proceed through the principality of Hesse-Cassel. The new orders were eagerly discussed by the officers of all the corps, but Marlborough had kept his own counsel, and indeed at this time his plan was known to scarcely anyone but Lord Godolphin, with whom he had talked it over in outline before leaving England, and Prince Eugene of Savoy, to whom he had entrusted it in correspondence.