Her theory of the military, and of the York Hussars in particular (derived entirely from hearsay, for she had never talked to a soldier in her life), was that their hearts were as gay as their accoutrements.
At this moment the Hussar lifted his eyes and noticed her on her perch, the white muslin neckerchief which covered her shoulders and neck where left bare by her low gown, and her white raiment in general, showing conspicuously in the bright sunlight of this summer day.

He blushed a little at the suddenness of the encounter, and without halting a moment from his pace passed on.
All that day the foreigner's face haunted Phyllis; its aspect was so striking, so handsome, and his eyes were so blue, and sad, and abstracted.

It was perhaps only natural that on some following day at the same hour she should look over that wall again, and wait till he had passed a second time.

On this occasion he was reading a letter, and at the sight of her his manner was that of one who had half expected or hoped to discover her.

He almost stopped, smiled, and made a courteous salute.