espied a carriage, the most conspicuous of any they had seen.
The white horses were gaily caparisoned, the driver and the
footman beside him wore rich uniforms, the vehicle itself
gleamed and glistened with gold and silver trimmings. A short
distance behind rode two young soldiers, swords to their
shoulders, scabbards clanking against their stirrups. Each was
attired in the tight red trousers, shiny boots, close-fitting
black coat with gilt trimmings, and the red cap which the
Americans had noted before because of its brilliancy. People
along the street were bowing deeply to the occupants, two
ladies.

"Harry! Look!" exclaimed Lorry, clutching his friend's arm like
a vise. "There in the carriage--on this side!" His voice was
hoarse and trembling.

"Miss Gug--Guggenslocker?" cried Anguish.

"Yes! Yes!" They had stopped and Lorry was grasping a garden
wall with one hand.

"Then it's funny nobody knows the name here. She seems to be
someone of consequence. Good heaven, I don't blame you! She's
the most beautiful--"

By this time the carriage was almost opposite and within forty
feet of where they stood. The ladies, Miss Guggenslocker's
companion as young and almost as beautiful as herself had not
observed the agitated two, but Lorry's face was beaming, his hat
was off, and he was ready to spring to the carriage side at a