Presently a cornet joined in, shattering the echoes with wild ululations.
"Those fellows will be sorry if Sir Felix catches them," observed the Doctor, anxiously.

"I can't think what Hymen's about, to allow it.
The noise comes from right under the home-park, too." "You depreciate the Major!" Miss Marty tapped her bare foot impatiently on the pebbles; but, recollecting herself, drew it back with a blush.
"I do not," answered the Doctor, hotly.

"I merely say that he is allowing his men yonder to get out of hand." "Perhaps _you_ had better go, and, as the poet puts it, 'ride on the whirlwind and direct the storm,'" she suggested, with gentle sarcasm.
The Doctor rose stiffly.

"Perhaps, on the whole, I had.
Your stocking"-- he lifted and felt it carefully--"will be dry in five minutes or so.

Shall I direct Cai Tamblyn to bring the boat hither if I pass him on my way ?" She glanced up with a quivering lip.
"Isn't--isn't that a Sulphur Yellow ?" she asked, pointing to a butterfly which wavered past them and poised itself for an instant on a pebble by the brink of the pool.
"Eh?
By George! so it is." The Doctor caught up his shako and raced off in pursuit.