On again and now Hugo Cheverly would allow no rest until, when the sun was high in the sky, they stopped at a farmhouse for another meal.
This time they were not so lucky. The food was indifferent, the farmer surly and inclined to ask questions.
Camilla gathered that he disliked foreigners, he had fought for Bonaparte and what he had suffered in the Army was, he believed, directly the fault of those who had prolonged the war by preventing the French Armies from being victorious.
“An unpleasant fellow,” Hugo Cheverly said as they left the farm and cantered on.
He had explained to Camilla, who had not understood what was being said, how the man had ranted against the privations his country had suffered, but was not incensed against the man who had caused the suffering.
“I thought that t
