The mast of a ship seemed to be a favourite ornament, and a little flag was hoisted on many lawns.
Flakes of dry snow came in the wind, but, cold as it was, a good many of the old sailors were out pottering about their tiny gardens.

Here a glimpse of the river, or a church spire with many graves nestled under it, came to break the monotony of the little houses.
The General looked without seeing.

He was thinking of Sayers' young wife--to be sure, she was not so young now: she must be well over thirty--an innocent-faced creature, sitting at the piano in a white gown, singing, while he and poor Sayers paced the garden-walk in the twilight.

Poor woman! how was she to bear it?
Those knives, too! The General ground his teeth in fury.
Then suddenly another aspect of the matter flashed upon him, so suddenly that he almost leaped in his seat.

Why, the -- th Madras Light Infantry--he remembered now--it was Langrishe's regiment.