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Hans answered in the affirmative, going on to explain that Hedwig,
whom he recognized as an old acquaintance, and his former superior
in the army, had begged of him not to divulge the fact that he had
served against the Americans: fearing that it would render him
unpopular; but doubtless if it could be done without incurring that
risk, he would lend his uniform for a consideration.
Lyttleton authorized Hans to hire it for the winter, naming a liberal
sum and enjoining secrecy.
"I expect to find use for it one of these days or nights, which is
all you need to know at present," he concluded.
Hans promised to attend to the commission promptly, and with due care
that none should know of it save Hedwig and himself.
Godfrey Dale ran in to Major Lamar's that morning, directly after
breakfast, to say that the young people were getting up a riding
party for that afternoon, and to ask Nell if he might be her escort.
"You must please excuse my coming at so early an hour," he said, with
a mischievous smile; "it was in order to forestall the Englishman,
who almost monopolizes you of late, it seems to me."
"No, he does not," said Nell, looking but ill pleased. "He is here a
great deal, I know, but I cannot forbid him the house."
"I left him in Clendenin's office," remarked Dale. "He is generally
to be found there when he is not here; seems to admire the doctor
prodigiously, tells me he has conceived a very warm friendship for
him."
"Then he is an arrant hypocrite!" exclaimed Nell, her eyes flashing
with indignation. "He is always saying or hinting disparaging things
of him to me."
Dale looked surprised, then angry, then laughed lightly.
"To you, Miss Nell? Well, I suppose he dreads Clendenin's rivalry,
and thinks all is fair in love."
"I shall think but ill of you, Mr. Dale, if you uphold him on any
such plea as that," Nell said with vexation.
"Uphold him? No, indeed, Miss Nell. I only wish to be as charitable
as the case will allow."
CHAPTER XX.
Night was closing in dark and stormy after a day of clouds and
incessant rain, mingled with sleet and snow; the wild November wind
swept madly through the streets, whistled, shrieked and roared in the
wide chimneys and through the forests, bending the trees with its
furious blast, and causing a solitary horseman to bow his head almost
to the saddle bow in the vain effort to shield his face from the
fierceness of its wrath.
"Courage, my brave Romeo, this has been a hard day for you and me,
but rest and shelter and food are not far off now," he said, patting
the neck of his steed with gentle, caressing hand, as a temporary
lull succeeded a more than ordinarily fierce onset. They had crossed
the last prairie, threaded the mazes of the last forest, and were
close upon the outskirts of the town.
It had, indeed, been a hard day, and the doctor was cold, wet and
hungry; icicles had gathered on hair and beard, and the heavy
overcoat he threw off on entering his office was stiff with frozen
rain.
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