Robert went at once to the camp of the Royal Americans, where Colden was the first of his friends whom he saw.
Colden was terrified at the storm that was raised, and took refuge in the fort.
But Colden, suspecting that his jest was truth rather, had too much delicacy to pursue the subject.
Why,” said Elizabeth to Colden, “you may stay for a bite of supper.
I discovered that Colden had spent most of the preceding night with your daughter.
“It is only you who send me away,” said Colden, dismally and reproachfully.
He swept past Colden, not seeing him; came to a stop in the centre of the hall, and looked rapidly around from face to face.
Major Colden had been having a most uncomfortable five minutes.
Mr. Valentine, who was smoking his pipe, held Colden fraternally by the arm.
Colden at once took on height, arrogance, and formidableness.