"I can see the Princess very clearly, but only with Major Dalberg's eyes," I replied.
"But if you were proclaimed the——"
I cut him short. "I am too old for rainbow-chasing, and Spanish Castles don't become an ambassador."
"There you are wrong, my dear Major; diplomacy deals in chateaux en Espagne. It has builded many upon weaker foundations than this one, that have, in time, become substantial and lasting."
"Then, it's a good thing that we army fellows are called upon, occasionally, to tumble a few of them about your diplomatic ears."
He laughed. "You poor military men don't know it's only the phantom castles you tumble. We never give you a chance at any others."
"So I've been a Don Quixote all these years and didn't know it?"
"About that!"
"And that warrants you in sending me to tilt against this foolish heir-presumptive windmill."
"But if it were to prove no windmill?"