“By what manner of reasoning do you arrive at that conclusion?” asked I, wishing to lead him on.
“Oh, well, you know what British troops are,” said Albert superciliously; “and when fourteen thousand of them are together, I imagine that troubles have arrived for their enemies.”
My inclination to kick him took on a sudden and violent increase. It was with the most extreme difficulty that I retained command over my mutinous foot.
“Perhaps it is as you assert,” I said musingly. “In fact there would seem to be no doubt that it is best for us to let Burgoyne go, and retreat with what rapidity we can.”
“Of course! of course!” said Albert eagerly. “That is the only thing you can do.”
Now a desire to laugh instead of a desire to kick overspread me; but I mastered it as I had the other.
“I wish to tell you, however,” I said, assuming my politest manner, “and in telling you I speak for the other American generals, that however little we are pleased with the news you bear, we are much pleased with the bearer. We have found you to be a young gentleman of courtesy, breeding, and discernment.”
“Thank you,” said Albert in a tone of much gratification.
“And,” I resumed, “we have arrived at a certain conclusion; I may add also that we have arrived at that conclusion quickly and unanimously.”