“Yes,” I replied, “I’ll do my best; but be assured the first use I’ll make of health will be to join the regiment. I am heartily ashamed of myself for all I have lost already,—though not altogether my fault.”
“And will you really join at once?” said Power, with a look of eager anxiety I could not possibly account for.
“Of course I will; what have I, what can I have to detain me here?”
What reply he was about to make at this moment I know not, but the door opened, and Mike announced Sir George Dashwood.
“Gently, my worthy man, not so loud, if you please?” said the mild voice of the general, as he stepped noiselessly across the room, evidently shocked at the indiscreet tone of my follower. “Ah, Power, you here! and our poor friend, how is he?”
“Able to answer for himself at last, Sir George,” said I, grasping his proffered hand.
“My poor lad! you’ve had a long bout of it; but you’ve saved your arm, and that’s well worth the lost time. Well, I’ve come to bring you good news; there’s been a very sharp cavalry affair, and our fellows have been the conquerors.”
“There again, Power,—listen to that! We are losing everything!”
“Not so, not so, my boy,” said Sir George, smiling blandly, but archly. “There are conquests to be won here, as well as there; and in your present state, I rather think you better fitted for such as these.”
Power’s brow grew clouded; he essayed a smile, but it failed, and he rose and hurried towards the window.