“I came with despatches,—that is, I ought to have had them.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that some of the bags I left at Tarin; and one small fellow, which I take to have been the cream of the correspondence, Chamberlayne carried on here,—at least I hope so. Have n't you got it?”
“What infernal muddle are your brains in? Who is Chamberlayne?”
“Come, come, Skeffy, I 'm not in a joking mood;” and he glanced at the letter in his hand as he spoke. “Don't worry me, old fellow, but say that you have got the bag all right.”
“But I have not, I never saw it,—never heard of it.”
“And has the Colonel not been here?”
“Who is the Colonel?”
“Chamberlayne.”
“And who is Chamberlayne.”