"Thank you for the sight of such a beautiful face!" said the young sergeant, without ceremony.
She coloured with embarrassment. "'Twas unwillingly shown," she replied, stiffly, and with as much dignity—which was very little—as she could infuse into a position of utter captivity.
"I like you the better for that incivility, miss," he said.
"I should have liked—I wish—you had never shown yourself to me by intruding here!" She pulled again, and the gathers of her dress began to give way like lilliputian musketry.
"I deserve such a chastisement as your words give me. But why should such a fair and dutiful girl have such an aversion to her father's sex?"
"Go on your way, please."
"What, Beauty, and drag you after me? Do but look; I never saw such a tangle!"
"Oh, 'tis shameful of you; you have been making it worse on purpose to keep me here—you have!"
"Indeed, I don't think so," said the sergeant, with a merry twinkle.
"I tell you you have!" she exclaimed, in high temper. "I insist upon undoing it. Now, allow me!"
"Certainly, miss; I am not of steel." He added a sigh which had as much archness in it as a sigh could possess without losing its nature
