Next day, when Lewie Baronald, apparelled in all his regimental bravery, was setting forth to visit Dolores, he was summoned by General Kinloch, who, after working himself up to a certain degree of sternness or firmness, real or assumed, for the occasion, said:
'Stay, young man, I pray you, as we must have some conversation together.'
Lewie took off his Khevenhüller hat, and fearing that some animadversions were coming, played a little irresolutely with its upright scarlet feather.
'Your name has gone in for foreign service, Lewie,' said the General.
'To whom, sir?'
'The Director-General of Infantry.'
'Sent by you, uncle?'
'Yes, sir, by me.'
'You might at least have consulted with me in this matter. How cruel of you, uncle, under all the circumstances!' exclaimed Lewie, with sudden bitterness and intense anger.
'You will come to think it kindness in time, boy; I seek but to save you from what I, in my time, underwent.'