hed, “You are a genius!”
“No, only the last thing you would suspect–a good housekeeper. I have put him up in sugar.”
The distant martial strains became more coherent. In remote balconies handkerchiefs fluttered wildly, and under nearer and nearer ones the people began to pack closer and choose their footing along
the curb. Presently from the approaching column came who but Hilary Kincaid, galloping easily over the 杭州龙凤419论坛 slippery pavements. Anna saw his eyes sweep the bank of human flowers (with its occasional male caterpillar) on Moody’s balcony and light upon Flora. He lifted his képi and halted. One could read his soft questions.
“All right? All ready? Where are the 杭州spa养生馆 others?–Ah!” He sent an eager salutation to the Callenders, and two joyfully bowed, but Anna gave no sign. With great dignity her gaze was bent beyond him on the nearing host, and when Constance plucked her arm she tardily looked three wrong ways.
The rider could not wait. The police were pressing back the jubilant masses, swarms of ladies on the rear forms were standing up, and Flora, still seated, had leaned down beamingly and was using every resource of voice and fan to send him some word through the tumult of plaudits and drums. He spurred close. In a favoring hush–drum-corps 杭州水疗会所验证 inviting the band–she bent low and with an arch air of bafflement tried once more, but an outburst of brazen harmonies tore her speech to threads. Suddenly–
“Ever of thee I’m fondly dreaming–”
pealed the cornets, pumped the trombones, whipping it 杭州油压怎么关门了 out, cracking it off, with a rigor of rhythm to shame all peace-time languishments–
“Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer.
Thou art the star–”
What could the balconies do but wave more joyously than ever? The streets hurrahed! The head of the procession was here! The lone horseman reined back, wheeled, cast another vain 杭州按摩桑拿论坛 glance toward Anna, and with an alarming rataplan of slipping and recovering hoofs sped down the column.
But what new rapture was this? Some glorious luck had altered the route, and the whole business swung right into this old rue Royale! Now, now the 杭州爱情故事spa正规么 merry clamor and rush of the crowd righting itself! And behold! this blazing staff and its commanding general–general of division! He first, and then all they, bowed to Flora and her grandmother, bowed to the Callenders, and were bowed to in return. A mounted escort followed. And now–yea, verily! General Brodnax and his staff of brigade! Wave, Valcours, wave Callenders! Irby’s bow to Flora was majestic, and hers to him as gracious as the smell of flowers in the air. And here was Mandeville, most glittering in all the glitter. Flora beamed on him as well, Anna bowed with a 杭州油压按摩kjml gay fondness, Miranda’s dainty nose crimped itself, and Constance, with a blitheness even more vivid, wished all these balconies could know that Captain–he was Lieutenant, but that was away back last week–Captain Etienne Aristide Rofignac de Mandeville was 杭州保健按摩技师 hers, whom, after their marriage, now so near at hand, she was going always to call Steve!
XII MANDEVILLE BLEEDS
Two overflowing brigades! In the van came red-c