If the ballet-master at the _Academie_ could only learn to get his imps, demons, angels, and goblins "off" half as rapidly as the two young ladies retreated on my being announced, I answer for the piece so brought out having a run for half the season.

Before my eyes had regained their position parallel to the plane of the horizon, they were gone, and I found myself alone with Mrs.Dalrymple.
Now, she stood her ground, partly to cover the retreat of the main body, partly, too, because--representing the baggage wagons, ammunition stores, hospital, staff, etc .-- her retirement from the field demanded more time and circumspection than the light brigade.
Let not my readers suppose that the _mere_ Dalrymple was so perfectly faultless in costume that her remaining was a matter of actual indifference; far from it.

She evidently had a struggle for it; but a sense of duty decided her, and as Ney doggedly held back to cover the retreating forces on the march from Moscow, so did she resolutely lurk behind till the last flutter of the last petticoat assured her that the fugitives were safe.

Then did she hesitate for a moment what course to take; but as I assumed my chair beside her, she composedly sat down, and crossing her hands before her, waited for an explanation of this ill-timed visit.
Had the Horse Guards, in the plenitude of their power and the perfection of their taste, ordained that the 79th and 42d Regiments should in future, in lieu of their respective tartans, wear flannel kilts and black worsted hose, I could readily have fallen into the error of mistaking Mrs.
Dalrymple for a field officer in the new regulation dress; the philabeg finding no mean representation in a capacious pincushion that hung down from her girdle, while a pair of shears, not scissors, corresponded to the dirk.

After several ineffectual efforts on her part to make her vestment (I know not its fitting designation) cover more of her legs than its length could possibly effect, and after some most bland smiles and half blushes at _dishabille_, etc., were over, and that I had apologized most humbly for the unusually early hour of my call, I proceeded to open my negotiations, and unfurl my banner for the fray.
"The old 'Racehorse' has arrived at last," said I, with a half-sigh, "and I believe that we shall not obtain a very long time for our leave-taking; so that, trespassing upon your very great kindness, I have ventured upon an early call." "The 'Racehorse,' surely can't sail to-morrow," said Mrs.Dalrymple, whose experience of such matters made her a very competent judge; "her stores--" "Are taken in already," said I; "and an order from the Horse Guards commands us to embark in twenty-four hours; so that, in fact, we scarcely have time to look about us." "Have you seen the major ?" inquired Mrs.Dalrymple, eagerly.
"Not to-day," I replied, carelessly; "but, of course, during the morning we are sure to meet.