"Do you really mean to take us by the way of Torda Gap ?" he whispered.
"Yes," returned the other, likewise in an undertone; "there is no other way." A blare of trumpets interrupted this conversation, and presently a squad of hussars came riding down the street, every man of them a raw recruit.
"Look, see how proud he is on his high horse!" interjected Aaron.

"He never even looks at a poor foot-passenger like me.

Halloa there, brother! What kind of a cavalryman do you call yourself, with no eyes for a pretty girl?
Oh, you toad!" With this salutation Aaron called to his side the young lieutenant who rode at the head of the hussars.

He bore a striking resemblance to Manasseh,--the same face, the same form, the same eyes.

Indeed, the two had often been mistaken for each other.