And there seemed to me to be now about them both a careless indifference, almost studied, and in noticeable contrast to their bright animation when they had left us half an hour ago.
"Such a professional heart-breaker as your Mr.Boyd is," observed Lana coolly to us both.

"I never before encountered such assurance.

What he must be in queue and powder, silk and small-sword, I dare not surmise.
A pitying heaven has protected me so far, and," she added, looking deliberately at Boyd, "I ought to be grateful, ought I not, sir ?" Boyd made her a too low and over-courtly bow.
"Always the gallant and victorious adversary salutes the vanquished as you, fair lady, have saluted me--imputing to my insignificant prowess the very skill and address which has overthrown me." "Are you overthrown ?" "Prone in the dust, mademoiselle! Draw Mr.Loskiel's knife and end me now in mercy." "Then I will strike....

Who is the handsome wench who passed us but a moment since, and who looked at you with her very heart trembling in her eyes ?" "How should I know ?" They stood looking smilingly at each other; and their smile did not seem quite genuine to me, but too clear, and a trifle hard, as though somehow it was a sort of mask for some subtler defiance.

I reflected uneasily that no real understanding could be possible between these two in such a brief acquaintance; and, reassured, turned to greet our macaroni Ensign and Mistress Angelina Lansing, now approaching us.
That our regimental fop had sufficient diverted her was patent, she being over-flushed and smiling, and at gay swords' points already with him, while he whisked his nose with his laced hanker and scattered the perfume of his snuff to the four winds.
So, two and two, we walked along the road to Croghan's house, where was a negro wench to aid them and a soldier-servant to serve them.