“I know, Ben; you want to say that my mother’s garden must go.”
“That’s one thing, sir.”
“Well, take what ground you want, and we’ll put it straight when we’ve sent the Parliament to the right-about.”
“Oh, you’ll make a good general, sir; and this trouble’s a blessing in disguise to save you from being wasted on books, and becoming a sort of Master Pawson. And that brings me to the other things.”
“Well, what are those?”
“Just you tell me plain, as a soldier—which you are now—what you set down as the strongest bits of the castle?”
“Why, the towers, of course!”
“That’s right, sir. Very well, then, they must be well manned.”
“As well as we can man them.”
“That’s it, sir; and we must have elbow-room.”