The young foreign soldier was almost an ideal being to her, with none of the appurtenances of an ordinary house-dweller; one who had descended she knew not whence, and would disappear she knew not whither; the subject of a fascinating dream--no more.
They met continually now--mostly at dusk--during the brief interval between the going down of the sun and the minute at which the last trumpet-call summoned him to his tent.

Perhaps her manner had become less restrained latterly; at any rate that of the Hussar was so; he had grown more tender every day, and at parting after these hurried interviews she reached down her hand from the top of the wall that he might press it.

One evening he held it so long that she exclaimed, 'The wall is white, and somebody in the field may see your shape against it!' He lingered so long that night that it was with the greatest difficulty that he could run across the intervening stretch of ground and enter the camp in time.

On the next occasion of his awaiting her she did not appear in her usual place at the usual hour.

His disappointment was unspeakably keen; he remained staring blankly at the spot, like a man in a trance.