"Rollo is senior, Sir."
"A fool, a fossil, and out of date," cried the President.
"Stupid, but steady," said Sorrento. "You can rely upon his attempting nothing brilliant; he will do what he is told, and nothing more."
Molara reflected on this tremendous military virtue. "Very well; give him the supporting brigade; they will have no fighting. But the other business; that is different. Brienz should have it."
"Why not Drogan?" suggested the War-Minister.
"I can't stand his wife," said the President.
"He is a good musician, Sir," interposed Miguel.
"Guitar,—very melodious." He shook his head appreciatively.
"And has a capital cook," added Sorrento.
"No," said Molara; "this is a matter of life and death. I cannot indulge my prejudices, nor yours; he is not a good man."