The present generation has probably but a very dim notion of the York Hussars of ninety years ago.  They were one of the of the King’s German Legion, and (though they somewhat later on) their brilliant uniform, their splendid horses, and above all, their foreign air and mustachios (rare then), drew crowds of admirers of both sexes wherever they went.  These with other regiments had come to encamp on the downs and pastures, because of the presence of the King in the neighbouring town.  
The spot was high and airy, and the view extensive, commanding the of Portland in front, and reaching to St. Aldhelm’s Head , and almost to the Start on the west.
 
Phyllis, though not a girl of the village, was as interested as any of them in this military investment.  Her father’s home stood somewhat apart, and on the highest point of ground to which the lane , so that it was almost level with the top of the church tower in the lower part of the parish.  Immediately from the outside of the garden-wall the grass spread away to a great distance, and it was crossed by a path which came close to the wall.  Ever since her childhood it had been Phyllis’s pleasure to clamber up this fence and sit on the top—a not so difficult as it may seem, the walls in this district being built of , without , so that there were plenty of for small toes.
 
She was sitting up here one day, listlessly surveying the pasture without, when her attention was arrested by a figure walking along the path.  It was one of the German Hussars, and he moved with his eyes on the ground, and with the manner of one who wished to escape company.  His head would probably have been like his eyes but for his stiff neck-gear.  On nearer view she perceived that his face was marked with deep sadness.  Without observing her, he advanced by the till it brought him almost immediately under the wall.
 
Phyllis was much surprised to see a fine, tall soldier in such a mood as this.  Her theory of the military, and of the York Hussars in particular (derived from , for she had never talked to a soldier in her life), was that their hearts were as gay as their accoutrements.
 
At this moment the Hussar lifted his eyes and noticed her on her , the white muslin neckerchief which covered her shoulders and neck where left bare by her low gown, and her white raiment in general, showing in the bright sunlight of this summer day.  He blushed a little at the suddenness of the encounter, and without halting a moment from his pace passed on.
 
All that day the foreigner’s face haunted Phyllis; its aspect was so striking, so handsome, and his eyes were so blue, and sad, and abstracted.  It was perhaps only natural that on some following day at the same hour she should look over that wall again, and wait till he had passed a second time.  On this occasion he was reading a letter, and at the sight of her his manner was that of one who had half expected or hoped to discov............