I purposed returning to-day or early in the morning to see the Seventh march away.

Of course you would like to be there." "Yes." She spoke slowly, and with seeming indifference.

It was because she could scarcely control her voice to speak at all.

"I should like to be there." Francesca knew, what her aunt did not, that Surrey was a member of the Seventh, and that he would march away with it to danger,--perhaps to death.
So they were there, in a window overlooking the great avenue,--Mrs.
Lancaster, foreigner though she was, thrilled to the heart's core by the magnificent pageant; Francesca straining her eyes up the long street, through the vast sea of faces, to fasten them upon just one face that she knew would presently appear in the throng.
"Ah, heavens!" cried Mrs.Lancaster, "what a sight! look at those young men; they are the choice and fine of the city.

See, see! there is Hunter, and Winthrop, and Pursuivant, and Mortimer, and Shaw, and Russell, and, yes--no--it is, over there--your friend, Surrey, himself.
Did you know, Francesca ?" Francesca did not reply.