’Then——Ah，it’sgonefrommeagain！’saidSimon。’O，andthentheywillraisetheirtents，youknow，andpickettheirhorses。Thatwasit；soitwas。’
Bythistimethecolumnofhorsehadascendedintofullview，andtheyformedalivelyspectacleastheyrodealongthehighgroundinmarchingorder，backedbythepalebluesky，andlitbythesoutherlysun。Theiruniformwasbrightandattractive；whitebuckskinpantaloons，three-quarterboots，scarletshakossetoffwithlace，mustachioswaxedtoaneedlepoint；andaboveall，thoserichlyornamentedbluejacketsmantledwiththehistoricpelisse——
thatfascinationtowomen，andencumbrancetothewearersthemselves。
’’TistheYorkHussars！’saidSimonBurden，brighteninglikeadyingemberfanned。’Foreignerstoaman，andenrolledlongsincemytime。Butasgoodheartycomrades，theysay，asyou’llfindintheKing’sservice。’
’Herearemoreanddifferentones，’saidMrs。Garland。