The young lieutenant came boldly forward, seized the hand of Lady Rosamond, and led her to a seat at a short distance.

The dripping garments clinging to the form of the frightened girl moved the young soldier with pity and showed the tender nature of his manly heart.

The heartless Johnnie was dispatched for dry wraps and more comfortable clothing.

Lieutenant Trevelyan could not force a smile.

The same puzzled expression which had baffled Mr.Howe forced itself upon him.
Mary Douglas had wrapped her companion's feet in the shawl taken off her own shoulders, and sat anxiously awaiting their courier.