CHAPTER V.
UNFORGETTING "As the passing of leaves, so is the passing of men." Thus it was with Broussard.

Another man came to take his place; his once luxurious quarters, now plainly furnished, were occupied by another officer, his fighting cocks had disappeared, and Gamechick became a lady's mount.
Anita quite gave over riding Pretty Maid, and rode Gamechick every day.
She had some of the superstitions of the Arabs about horses, and when she dismounted, she always whispered something in the horse's ear.

The words were: "We won't forget him, Gamechick, although he has forgotten us." At this, Gamechick would turn his steady, intelligent eyes on her, and nod, as if he understood every word.

Colonel Fortescue and Mrs.
Fortescue noticed this little trick of Anita's and looked at each other in silent pity for the girl.

She suddenly developed amazing energy, working hard at her violin lessons and delighting Neroda by her progress, reading and studying until Mrs.Fortescue took the books away from her, going to all the dances, doing everything that her young companions did, and many things which they did not.