They had talked it over early that morning before the troop started, and Walter had expressed his deep regret that their pleasant time was at an end; and, although the girl had said little, she was far less bright and happy than might have been expected, considering that upon the following day she should probably see her father.
Captain Davenant's troop rode off at daybreak, kept down the Shannon to Limerick, and, crossing the bridge, entered the city, and received orders there to take up their quarters in a village some four miles up the river.

Thus, they were less than a mile distant from Mrs.Conyers' house, although separated from it by the Shannon; and from an eminence near the village, the roof and chimneys of the mansion could be seen rising above the trees by which it was surrounded.
During the day, the sound of the firing before Limerick could be plainly heard; but little attention was paid to it, for it was certain that no attack could be made in earnest upon the town, until the battering artillery came up, and there was but little hope that the cavalry would be called up for any active service at present.
After dinner, Walter strolled out to the eminence, and looked across towards the house where he had spent so happy a time, and wondered whether Mr.Conyers had by this time arrived, and whether, in the pleasure of his coming, all thought of the late visitors had been forgotten.

Presently Larry sauntered up, and took a seat on a wall a few paces away.

Larry was a general favourite in the troop.

He did not ride in its ranks, but accompanied it in the capacity of special servant of Walter, and as general attendant to the three officers.
"We had a good time of it, yer honour," he said presently.
Walter turned round sharply, for he had not heard him approach.
"We had, Larry," he said, with a smile.