The events of the next month are seldom alluded to by any of those persons mentioned in the preceding pages; they are too painful.

I remark that the Lucknow and Cawnpore men don't much like talking about the affairs of that terrible six weeks; much for the same reason, I suspect, as we, going over our old recollections, always omit the occurrences of this lamentable spring.
The facts contained in the latter end of this chapter I got from the Gaol Chaplain at Sydney.
The Major, the Captain, and I, got home to dinner, confirmed in our suspicions that mischief was abroad, and very vexed at having missed the man we went in search of.

Both Mrs.Buckley and Alice noticed that something was wrong, but neither spoke a word on the subject.

Mrs.
Buckley now and then looked anxiously at her husband, and Alice cast furtive glances at her father.

The rest took no notice of our silence and uneasiness, little dreaming of the awful cloud that was hanging above our heads, to burst, alas! so soon.
I was sitting next to Mary Hawker that evening, talking over old Devon days and Devon people, when she said,-- "I think I am going to have some more quiet peaceful times.