“Well—he’s my father.
“I mean the old man.”
“And he’s my father too!”
“Why, the whole regiment?”
“Exactly so. The whole regiment is my father.”
“Ah! I see.”
“But now tell me, why have you followed the regiment? I thought when I said good bye to you that I should never, never see you again.”
“I don’t think you did think so, because you must have known I couldn’t live away from you, because you must have known I loved you, and I do love you.”
“Ha, ha!”
“Will you not believe me?”