"There is a name greater than them all," cried the hussar with eagerness.
"Spooney, I should say," drawled out the hussar, caressing his moustache.
At last came number 82—'Maurice Tiernay, hussar of the Ninth.'
"I vote for your wearing that," said the hussar, quite smitten with her beauty.
Is not this meeting here—this strolling about a garden with a young gentleman, a Hussar!