For Lovell was a popular member of this very Bohemian gathering, and he was going to the Far East, at a few hours' notice, to represent one of the greatest of English dailies.
"What I envy you most, Lovell," he declared, "is your escape from the deadly routine of our day by day life.
Lovell is going where the one great force of primitive life remains.
Several of those who were watching him noticed a sudden change in Lovell's face.
Lovell paused, and took a drink from a glass by his side.
Lovell paused for a moment or two to relight his pipe.
So they asked no questions whilst Lovell drank his whisky and soda, and refilled his pipe.
Like an echo from that pent-up murmur of feeling which had rippled through the crowded court many years ago, his little group of auditors almost gasped as Lovell left his place and strolled down the room.
One of the few incidents of Indian warfare naturally susceptible of the moonlight of romance was that expedition undertaken for the defence of the frontiers in the year 1725, which resulted in the well-remembered "Lovell
's Fight." Imagination, by casting certain circumstances judicially into the shade, may see much to admire in the heroism of a little band who gave battle to twice their number in the heart of the enemy's country.