Dobbin had been called away, and was whispering deep in conversation with the General of the division, his friend, and had not seen this last parting.
George went away then with the bouquet; but when he gave it to the owner, there lay a note, coiled like a snake among the flowers.
Rebecca's eye caught it at once.
She had been used to deal with notes in early life.
She put out her hand and took the nosegay.
He saw by her eyes as they met, that she was aware what she should find there.
Her husband hurried her away, still too intent upon his own thoughts, seemingly, to take note of any marks of recognition which might pass between his friend and his wife.
These were, however, but trifling.
Rebecca gave George her hand with one of her usual quick knowing glances, and made a curtsey and walked away.
