When not drawn by his one particular vice, he was always ready to enter into any little game that his mistress might devise.

He watched the oncoming soldiers with interest, a slight frown between his brows.
The soldiers were interested also.

Chris of the merry eyes was not a spectacle to pass unheeding.

She smiled upon them--there were about forty of them--with the simplicity of a child.
Rhythmically the blue and red uniforms began to swing past.

Their wearers stared and grinned at the smiling little _Anglaise_ who was so naively pleased to see them.
She raised an imperious hand.