The two officers looked at each other.
"I have an idea," said the younger, "that this is the young man of whom Lord Evandale spoke"———
"Is my Lord Evandale in the army?" said Morton.
"He is not," replied the officer; "we left him at Edinburgh too much indisposed to take the field—Your name, sir, I presume, is Henry Morton?"
"It is, sir," answered Morton.
"We will not oppose your seeing the Duke, sir," said the officer, with more civility of manner; "but you may assure yourself it will be to no purpose; for, were his Grace disposed to favour your people, others are joined in commission with him who will hardly consent to his doing so."
"I shall be sorry to find it thus," said Morton, "but my duty requires that I should persevere in my desire to have an interview with him."
"Lumley," said the superior officer,
