and why she did not send the girl," Mrs. Score informed the Count
that her Catherine was gone out for a walk along with the young man
to whom she was to be married, and would not be visible that day.
On hearing this the Captain ordered his horses that moment, and
abused the wine, the bed, the house, the landlady, and everything
connected with the "Bugle Inn."

Out the horses came: the little boys of the village gathered round;
the recruits, with bunches of ribands in their beavers, appeared
presently; Corporal Brock came swaggering out, and, slapping the
pleased blacksmith on the back, bade him mount his horse; while the
boys hurrah'd. Then the Captain came out, gloomy and majestic; to
him Mr. Brock made a military salute, which clumsily, and with much
grinning, the recruits imitated. "I shall walk on with these brave
fellows, your honour, and meet you at Stratford," said the Corporal.
"Good," said the Captain, as he mounted. The landlady curtseyed;
the children hurrah'd more; the little horse-boy, who held the
bridle with one hand and the stirrup with the other, and expected a
crown-piece from such a noble gentleman, got only a kick and a
curse, as Count von Galgenstein shouted, "D----- you all, get out of
the way!" and galloped off; and John Hayes, who had been sneaking
about the inn all the morning, felt a weight off his heart when he
saw the Captain ride off alone.

O foolish Mrs. Score! O dolt of a John Hayes! If the landlady had
allowed the Captain and the maid to have their way, and meet but for
a minute before recruits, sergeant, and all, it is probable that no
harm would have been done, and that this history would never have
been written.