“I think Mohun was a friend of yours?”
“Yes, general, we became intimate on the march to Gettysburg.”
“Well, I have just received his commission—”
“You mean as—”
“Brigadier-general. You know I long ago applied for it.”
“I knew that—pity he has not been exchanged.”
“A great pity,—and you miss a pleasure I promised myself I would give you.”
“What pleasure, general?”
“To take Mohun his commission with your own hands.”
“I am truly sorry I can not. You know he was terribly wounded, and we had to leave him in Warrenton; then the enemy advanced; for a long time we thought him dead. Thus I am sorry I am debarred the pleasure you offer. Some day I hope to accept your offer.”