And there is my Roland awaiting us.

Is he not handsome ?' 'How glad you are to have him to relieve guard!' Renee bent on Nevil one of her singular looks of raillery.

She had hitherto been fencing at a serious disadvantage.
'Not so very glad,' she said, 'if that deprived me of the presence of his friend.' Roland was her tower.

But Roland was not yet on board.

She had peeped from her citadel too rashly.