I laid my fingers on her arm, and then carried them to my lips, in token of approbation, and shook my stick at the old dame.
The Bishop gave a grand dinner two days ago to all the officers. A French officer had come with a flag of truce into the town to see the good man, as his father had been well-nigh assassinated and severely wounded, but he succeeded in getting him under the protection of the English surgeon.
The Bishop, who is an excellent man, had him to dinner, because he dare not trust him in the hands of the people; and we all, by civility and conversation, endeavoured to assure and comfort him, which gave great umbrage to the Portuguese.
I shall now for some time be very much occupied, as I am instructed, after examining Elvas, to inspect the nature of the frontier towards Spain, an occupation which is unlimited as to time.
October 5.—French march at six o’clock—1400 men.
I ride on the Estremoz road to the head of the march, and take leave of General Novellard.
Go to the fort to hunt for plans, and find that Wills has them.
October 12.—Ordered to Badajoz, and on to make a reconnaissance. Write home.
Elvas, October 12, 1808.
My Louisa—I am now in much higher mind than when I last wrote, for by far the greater part of the army on this Peninsula has been placed under Sir John Moore’s command, and is shortly to march into Spain, where the glorious, virtuous enthusiasm is the admiration of all foreigners.