Monck squared himself for a talk. Placing his big hands upon his fat knees, and staring blankly straight before him, as seemed his senseless habit, he began by saying:
“I hope, sir, you found your quarters agreeable.”
“I believe, sir, Captain Bannister did his best to make them so,” answered Justin, coldly.
“That was right. By the way, Captain Bannister, you can retire,” said Monck, turning towards his officer, who immediately left the room.
“And your rations, sir? How were they?” inquired Monck, squaring towards his prisoner again.
“I found no fault with them.”
“That is well. Nor, to tell the honest truth, do I think that you had any reason to do so. We have a plenty of provender just now. The capture of that sutler’s wagon was a great stroke of good fortune. It came in the nick of time, when we were expecting distinguished company, you see—ho! ho! ho! Well, I am glad you find yourself so comfortable, Colonel.”
Again Justin bowed gravely.
“So Grant is to have the command of the Army of the Potomac!” said Monck, suddenly.
“I have heard nothing to that effect, Major Monck,” replied Justin, coldly.