6/22 I felt that something was interfering to spoil our day; and felt unreasonably sure of it on finding our old seat occupied by three soldiers--two of them supporting a drunken comrade. We made disconsolately for an empty bench, some fifty yards away. I had noted that she scanned them narrowly. "Why, here _is_ Archibald!" she exclaimed: and I looked up and saw a young red-coat sauntering towards us. And Master Archibald, as he drew near, did not seem in the best of tempers. |