"Does your mother know that?"
"No."
"O Philip! you have not been deceiving her, have you?"
"Smooth your ruffled brow, my fair reprover. I did not know it myself until after His Majesty had promised me a commission. Of course, after this I must be a fervent Jacobite. So don't you talk any politics in my hearing, Mrs. Patient Irvine, unless you wish me to fight you."
"I shall scarce be like to do that, Sir, unless you give me the starting," quietly responded Patient.
"Thank you, no! I will keep my hands off that gunpowder-magazine. I know how you can go off sometimes when touched by a few odd matches. So, my charmer, your interview with me on the 18th of next month will be the last for a while."
"Where are you going, Philip?"
"We march to the Netherlands Border, and meet Prince Eugene. We are to be at Landrécies by the 10th of July."[[6]]
"Mr. Philip, you shall not go hence without a Bible in your knapsack."
"Thank you very much. Am I to read it when I am not firing?"