hat, with such an agency at work for the
glory of God and the good of men, Portsmouth is almost a new place.
Indeed, although Miss Robinson met with powerful opposition at first
from the powers that be, her Institute is now heartily recognised and
encouraged in every way at the Horse Guards. Indeed, it has recently
been visited by the Prince of Wales and the Duke of Cambridge, and
highly approved of by these and other grandees."
While the two soldiers were chatting about the past and present of the
Institute they arrived at its door.
"Here we are. Come into the reception-room, Miles, while I make inquiry
about my letters."
They entered the house as he spoke. The reception-room is on the right
of the passage. Armstrong opened the door and looked in, but, instead
of advancing, he stood transfixed, gazing before him open-mouthed as
though he had seen a spectre, for there, in front of the fire, sat a
beautiful, refined-looking girl, with golden hair and blue eyes, gazing
pensively at the flickering flames.
Miles was not kept long in suspense as to who she was.
"Emmy!"
"Oh, Willie!"
These were exclamations which would have revealed all in a moment, even
though Emmy had not sprung up and rushed into Willie's open arms. How
she ever emerged from the embrace of those arms with unbroken bones is a
mystery which cannot be solved, but she did emerge in safety, and with
some confusion on observing that Miles had witnessed the incident with
admiring gaze!
"Never mind him, Emmy," said the young soldier, laughing; "he's a good
friend, a comrade. Shake hands with him."
The action, and the ease of manner with which Emmy obeyed, proved that
grace and small hands are not altogether dependent on rank or station.
"Excuse me," said Miles, after a few words of salutation; "I'll go and
have a look at the library."
So saying he quitted the room, leaving the young couple alone; for there
chanced to be no other visitors to the reception-room at the time. In
the lobby he found several soldiers and a couple of sailors enjoying
coffee at the bar, and was about to join them when a man came forward
whose dress was that of a civilian, though his bearing proclaimed him a
soldier.
"Hallo, Brown," exclaimed one of the soldiers, "d'ye know that a
troop-ship has just come in!"
"Know it? of course I do; you may trust the people of this house to be
first in hearing such news."
"Mr Tufnell told me of it. I'm just going
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