He was half-way across the square before it occurred to him that the band had ceased to play.

Then he wondered why he had come, but he did not go back.
He found Honoria standing a little apart from the crowd, with her hands clasped behind her, gazing up at the window of the banqueting-room.
She did not see him at once.
"Stand on the steps, here," he whispered, "then you can see him.
That's the Colonel--the man at the end of the table, with the big, grey moustache." He touched her arm.

She sprang away and stamped her foot.
"Keep off with you! Who _told_ you ?--Oh! you bad boy!" "Nobody.

I thought you hated boys who wait to be told." "And now you'll get the whooping-cough, and goodness knows what will happen to you, and you needn't think I'll be sorry!" "Who wants you to be sorry! As for you," Taffy went on sturdily, "I think your grandfather might have more sense than to keep you waiting out here in the cold, and giving your cough to the whole town!" "Ha! you do, do you ?" It was not the girl who said this.

Taffy swung round, and saw an old man staring down on him.