Was he wounded?
Had he a wooden leg?
Oh, go on, go on! I'm dying to hear all about it." "That he had a uniform is possible, though I never saw him wear one, and it may have been blue for anything I know; but that wouldn't imply that he was in the Blues," replied his aunt, sedately.

"No; the strange thing was that he suddenly went abroad, and for five-and-twenty years I never heard of him.

And now he has written me a letter." "A letter!" cried Austin.

"This _is_ an adventure, and no mistake.

But go on, go on." "I never was more astounded in my life," resumed his aunt.