'Indeed. Then I am, by chance, more loyal than I thought for.'
'I get a good deal a year extra to the trumpeters, because of my position.'
'That's very nice.'
'And I am not supposed ever to drink with the trumpeters who serve beneath me.'
'Naturally.'
'And, by the orders of the War Office, I am to exert over them (that's the government word) exert over them full authority; and if any one behaves towards me with the least impropriety, or neglects my orders, he is to be confined and reported.'
'It is really a dignified post,' she said, with, however, a reserve of enthusiasm which was not altogether encouraging.
'And of course some day I shall,' stammered the dragoon--'shall be in rather a better position than I am at present.'
'I am glad to hear it, Mr. Loveday.'
'And in short, Mistress Anne,' continued John Loveday bravely and desperately, 'may I pay court to you in the hope that--no, no, don't go away!--you haven't heard yet--that you may make me the happiest of men; not yet, but when peace is proclaimed and all is smooth and easy again. I can't put it any better, though there's more to be explained.'
'This is most awkward,' said Anne, evidently with pain. 'I cannot possibly agree; believe me, Mr. Loveday, I cannot.'
'But there's more than this. You would be surprised to see what snug rooms the married trumpet- and sergeant-majors have in quarters.'
'Barracks are not all; consider camp and war.'
'That brings me to my strong point!' exclaimed the soldier hopefully. 'My father is better off than most non-commissioned officers' fathers; and there's always a home for you at his house in any emergency. I can tell you privately that he has enough to keep us both, and if you wouldn't hear of barracks, well, peace once established, I'd live at home as a miller and farmer--next door to your own mother.'
'My mother would be sure to object,' expostulated Anne.
'No; she leaves it all to you.'
'What! you have asked her?' said Anne, with surprise.
'Yes. I thought it would not be honourable to act otherwise.'
'That's very good of you,' said Anne, her face warming with a generous sense of his straightforwardness. 'But my mother is so entirely ignorant of a soldier's life, and the life of a soldier's wife--she is so ****** in all such matters, that I cannot listen to you any more readily for what she may say.'
'Then it is all over for me,' said the poor trumpet-major, wiping his face and putting away his handkerchief with an air of finality.
Anne was silent. Any woman who has ever tried will know without explanation what an unpalatable task it is to dismiss, even when she does not love him, a man who has all the natural and moral qualities she would desire, and only fails in the social. Would-be lovers are not so numerous, even with the best women, that the sacrifice of one can be felt as other than a good thing wasted, in a world where there are few good things.
'You are not angry, Miss Garland?' said he, finding that she did not speak.
'O no. Don't let us say anything more about this now.. And she moved on.
