He turned round.

A group of people were moving towards the exit from the ramparts, and near himself stood a man waving an adieu.
"Well, give my love to the girls," said the man cheerily.

Merry faces looked back and nodded, and in a moment they were gone.

The man turned round, and looked at David, then he jerked his head in a friendly sort of way and motioned towards the sunset.
"Good enough, eh ?" "Surely, for me," answered David.

On the instant he liked the red, wholesome face, and the keen, round, blue eyes, the rather opulent figure, the shrewd, whimsical smile, all aglow now with beaming sentimentality, which had from its softest corner called out: "Well, give my love to the girls." "Quaker, or I never saw Germantown and Philadelphy," he continued, with a friendly manner quite without offence.