most commissioned soldiers never go to war. “Pru, are you certain that you want to be an officer’s wife?” “Well, of course. ” A reluctant grin spread across Beatrix’s face. But Christopher-that is, Captain Phelan-said it had something to do with. And when I asked why, Captain Phelan said it was to help the Rifles stay concealed, which makes no sense, as everyone knows that a British soldier is far too brave and proud to conceal himself during battle. “In fact, his new regiment has dreadful uniforms-very plain, dark green with black facings, and no gold braiding or lace at all. Besides, he chose to go to war, and I’m sure he’s having a lovely time strutting about in his smart uniform.” “It’s not at all smart,” came Prudence’s glum reply. “He has the concern of every marriageable miss in Hampshire. “Really, Bea, you’re displaying far more concern over a dog than you ever have for Captain Phelan.” “Captain Phelan has no need of my concern,” Beatrix said pragmatically. Although it wasn’t proper for a gentleman to correspond with an unmarried girl, they had arranged to send letters back and forth with Phelan’s sister-in-law as a go-between. “Whose dog?” Her friend Prudence, the reigning beauty of Hampshire County, looked up from the letter that had been sent by her suitor, Captain Christopher Phelan. “What about the dog?” Beatrix Hathaway asked. To be precise, it was the mention of the dog.
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