"Munro—Hector Munro, lieutenant in the 42nd Highlanders."
"The old Black Watch!" said the Maréchal du Camp, sheathing his sword, while an inexplicable expression came over his grave features; "I once knew well an officer who bore the good old name of Munro."
"My father, perhaps," said the prisoner, anxiously; "he was a brave soldier."
"Was—he is, then, dead?"
"He fell in action against the Spaniards!"
"Where?"
"At the storming of the Moro Castle."
"And what was his rank?"
"Colonel of his Britannic Majesty's 60th Regiment of Infantry."
"Or Royal Americans?" continued the count, with a kindling eye.