He thought so long, that Hormayr impatiently whispered to Chastelar, "He is falling asleep—what a dunderhead he is!"
But the good man was thinking to the purpose; and, knowing the ground and the men who were on it, he sat down and wrote two or three short notes, and gave them to the General, saying:
"If you will send them, these will do."
"Had you not better go yourself?" put in Baron Hormayr.
"Why?" said the Sandwirth. "I cannot be in two places at once. If I were at Lavis, I could not be at Lorenzen. These will do."
"Perhaps they will," muttered the General to the Baron, who shrugged his shoulders. "See the notes sent off."
"He knows when he's in good quarters, I believe," said Hormayr aside, as he passed the notes to his inferior officer.
But others, of less note than a Roman centurion, may have moral force enough to be able to say to one man go, and he goeth; to another come, and he cometh; to another, do this, and he doeth it.
Chastelar showed a vague sense of this when he replied in an equally low tone to Hormayr, "It matters little—his name will be enough."