He was speaking to Mrs.
Sedley, but caught the look, and bent his head for a clearer view of the features under the broad straw hat.

Mrs.Sedley commanded him imperiously to say on.
"Have you no letter from Wilfrid?
Has the mountain tired you?
Has Wilfrid failed to send his sister one word?
Surely Mr.Pericles will have made known our exact route to him?
And his uncle, General Pierson, could--I am certain he did--exert his influence to procure him leave for a single week to meet the dearest member of his family." Captain Gambier gathered his wits to give serviceable response to the kindled lady, and letting his eyes fall from time to time on the broad straw hat, made answer--"Lieutenant Pierson, or, in other words, Wilfrid Pole--" The lady stamped her foot and flushed.
"You know, Augustus, I detest that name." "Pardon me a thousandfold.

I had forgotten." "What has happened to you ?" Captain Gambier accused the heat.
"I found a letter from Wilfrid at the hotel.

He is apparently kept on constant service between Milan, and Verona, and Venice.

His quarters are at Verona.