30/32 You had better come with me by the night-coach, if you would see the last of him, young man.' Breaking an odd pause that had fallen, the Countess cried aloud, suddenly: 'In his uniform!' Mr.Goren felt his arm seized and his legs hurrying him some paces into isolation. 'Thanks! thanks!' was murmured in his ear. 'Not a word more. Oh! you are good to have come, and we are grateful. She had to reckon in a glance how much Rose had heard, or divined. |