Dawn was at hand , a summer dawn. The rosy sky touched the town, its roofs and walls, with its own hue. A broad descending ray, like the caress of the rising sun, enveloped the awakened world; and with the light, hope--a gay, swift, fierce hope--filled the Viscount's heart!
Was he mad, that he had allowed himself to be struck down by fear, before anything was settled even, before his seconds had seen those of this George's Lamil, before he knew whether he was going to fight?