y foes hidden in ambush, and thou wert
fighting desperately for thy life. Then, in battle, I saw thee
struggling against fearful odds, and then you seemed to be unarmed, and
at the mercy of your foes. But in this dream I did awake to find
myself in a tremble of excitement, and glad that it was but a dream.
Yet it did trouble me, not to see what became of thee when thou wert in
these great dangers; for I feared that mine awakening, ere I did see
that which did happen, meant that thou wert killed."

"Well, Lady Hazel, thy dreams were true. Verily some angel did show
unto thee the adventures I went through. Joyed am I, too, that thou
wert kept in ignorance of my fate; for then thou hadst not been so
pleased to see me now. And wert thou greatly troubled when thou didst
see me beset by dangers?" And I drew a trifle closer unto her side.

"Art anxious to know?"

"Ay, Ay, so anxious, Lady Hazel," and I seized her pretty hand. She
drew it quickly from my grasp, and motioned with her head in the
direction of Mary and Harleston.

"Well, then," she said gently, "I was greatly troubled, for I knew not
whether thou hadst been killed or no; and if thou wert dead I should
then greatly miss one of my best friends," and her dark and beauteous
eyes drooped, and she did seem to be greatly engaged in examining her
dainty little slipper, as it nervously tapped the floor, and tempted me
to drop on my knees and kiss that pretty foot. I was on the point of
dropping on my knee and telling her how I did worship her, when I did
hear Mary titter behind me as though she had read my thought. It had
ever been my misfortune to have someone, or something, prevent me from
taking advantage of a golden opportunity, such as was this, when it did
present itself.

Then Mary and Harleston strolled off down the corridor, and I thought I
should have another chance to complete the story I had started so well
that morning, some weeks before, in the park. But it was too late. My
tongue would not put into words the thoughts that I was dying to
express. So I cursed myself for a dumb idiot, and was compelled to
postpone my declarations until Erato saw fit to untie my stammering
tongue.

Hazel seemed amused at mine annoyance, and laughed and blushed in my
gloomy face.

We strolled on and into the library and, as the others were there, we
sat and talked and told the girls all about the campaign and our little
adventures and our ride from Berwick, a