A thoughtless young lady, standing near, exclaimed hastily to her companion: "Fanny, how much that young officer resembles Mr.Yorke." The remark being overheard by both parties, caused slight embarrassment, accompanied by a boyish blush from Lieutenant Trevelyan.
Though an intimacy was formed between those young gentlemen, no allusion was made to the circumstance until many years afterwards, when Mr.Yorke was in England transacting some important political business, he was laughingly reminded of the affair by a gentleman in the prime of manhood--no longer a blushing young officer.

Mr.Yorke and Sir Guy Trevelyan joined heartily in the joke, the former remarking that this young lady must have been colorblind in respect to their eyes.

Many such comparisons were made rendering defective the perception of the fair judge, and causing much amusement to the assembled company.

But this is a digression which the reader will excuse.
Lieutenant Trevelyan was now serving in H.M.81st regiment under the command of Colonel Creagh--a veteran of Waterloo--who was highly pleased with the flattering testimonial he had received from Major McNair, relative to the irreproachable character borne by the young favorite.
A heavy cloud lowered over Government House.

Its inmates were once more wrapped in gloomy thought.