Annefaintlyreplied’Yes，’andallowedthemillertotakeherforwardonhisarmtothetrackway，soastobeclosetotheflankoftheapproachingcolumn。Itcameup，manypeopleoneachsidegraspingthehandsofthetroopersinbiddingthemfarewell；andassoonasJohnLovedaysawthemembersofhisfather’shousehold，hestretcheddownhishandacrosshisrightpistolforthesameperformance。Themillergavehis，thenMrs。Lovedaygavehers，andthenthehandofthetrumpet-majorwasextendedtowardsAnne。Butasthehorsedidnotabsolutelystop，itwasasomewhatawkwardperformanceforayoungwomantoundertake，and，moreonthataccountthanonanyother，Annedrewback，andthegallanttrooperpassedbywithoutreceivingheradieu。Anne’sheartreproachedherforamoment；andthenshethoughtthat，afterall，hewasnotgoingofftoimmediatebattle，andthatshewouldinallprobabilityseehimagainatnodistantdate，whenshehopedthatthemysteryofhisconductwouldbeexplained。Herthoughtswereinterruptedbyavoiceatherelbow:’Thankheaven，he’sgone！Nowthere’sachanceforme。’
Sheturned，andFestusDerrimanwasstandingbyher。
’There’snochanceforyou，’shesaidindignantly。
’Whynot？’
’Becausethere’sanotherleft！’