"Well, this is how I see it. Neither side has a broad-minded General in command of the whole field of war. Every day sees bits of fights, skirmishes, useless loss of life. There is on neither side any connected scheme of war. God knows how it will end. I do not yet see the man. If Robert Lee were in absolute command of all the effective force of the South, we would have trouble."
"But if he is so good a soldier, why did he make what you call a frontal attack on entrenched troops at Malvern?"
"My dear, when two men spar and neither can quite end the fight, one gets angry or over-confident and loses his head, then he does something wild—and pays for it."
"I see. You leave on Monday?"
"Yes—early."
"Mr. Rivers means to talk after service to the men who are enlisting."
"So he told me. I begged him to be moderate."
"He asked me for a text, uncle."
"Well!"
"I gave him the one about Caesar and God."