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commission。 Properly speaking； you are not yet a combatant； I have
ceased to be one； and I think it arguable that we are just in the
position of one ordinary gentleman to another； where friendship
usually comes before the law。 Observe； I only say ARGUABLE。 For
God's sake； don't think I wish to dictate an opinion。 These are
the sort of nasty little businesses； inseparable from war； which
every gentleman must decide for himself。 If I were in your place …
'
'Ay； what would you do； then？' says he。
'Upon my word； I do not know；' said I。 'Hesitate； as you are
doing； I believe。'
'I will tell you；' he said。 'I have a kinsman； and it is what HE
would think； that I am thinking。 It is General Graham of Lynedoch
… Sir Thomas Graham。 I scarcely know him； but I believe I admire
him more than I do God。'
'I admire him a good deal myself；' said I； 'and have good reason
to。 I have fought with him； been beaten； and run away。 VENI；
VICTUS SUM； EVASI。'
'What！' he cried。 'You were at Barossa？'
'There and back； which many could not say；' said I。 'It was a
pretty affair and a hot one； and the Spaniards behaved abominably；
as they usually did in a pitched field； the Marshal Duke of Belluno
made a fool of himself； and not for the first time； and your friend
Sir Thomas had the best of it； so far as there was any best。 He is
a brave and ready officer。'
'Now； then； you will understand！' said the boy。 'I wish to please
Sir Thomas： what would he do？'
'Well； I can tell you a story；' said I； 'a true one too； and about
this very combat of Chiclana； or Barossa as you call it。 I was in
the Eighth of the Line； we lost the eagle of the First Battalion；
more betoken； but it cost you dear。 Well； we had repulsed more
charges than I care to count； when your 87th Regiment came on at a
foot's pace； very slow but very steady； in front of them a mounted
officer； his hat in his hand； white…haired； and talking very
quietly to the battalions。 Our Major； Vigo…Roussillon； set spurs
to his horse and galloped out to sabre him； but seeing him an old
man； very handsome； and as composed as if he were in a coffee…
house； lost heart and galloped back again。 Only； you see； they had
been very close together for the moment； and looked each other in
the eyes。 Soon after the Major was wounded； taken prisoner； and
carried into Cadiz。 One fine day they announced to him the visit
of the General； Sir Thomas Graham。 〃Well； sir；〃 said the General；
taking him by the hand； 〃I think we were face to face upon the
field。〃 It was the white…haired officer！'
'Ah！' cried the boy； … his eyes were burning。
'Well； and here is the point；' I continued。 'Sir Thomas fed the
Major from his own table from that day； and served him with six
covers。'
'Yes； it is a beautiful … a beautiful story；' said Ronald。 'And
yet somehow it is not the same … is it？'
'I admit it freely；' said I。
The boy stood awhile brooding。 'Well； I take my risk of it；' he
cried。 'I believe it's treason to my sovereign … I believe there
is an infamous punishment for such a crime … and yet I'm hanged if
I can give you up'
I was as much moved as he。 'I could almost beg you to do
otherwise；' I said。 'I was a brute to come to you； a brute and a
coward。 You are a noble enemy； you will make a noble soldier。'
And with rather a happy idea of a compliment for this warlike
youth； I stood up straight and gave him the salute。
He was for a moment confused； his face flushed。 'Well； well； I
must be getting you something to eat； but it will not be for six；'
he added； with a smile： 'only what we can get smuggled out。 There
is my aunt in the road； you see；' and he locked me in again with
the indignant hens。
I always smile when I recall that young fellow； and yet； if the
reader were to smile also； I should feel ashamed。 If my son shall
be only like him when he comes to that age； it will be a brave day
for me and not a bad one for his country。
At the same time I cannot pretend that I was sorry when his sister
succeeded in his place。 She brought me a few crusts of bread and a
jug of milk； which she had handsomely laced with whisky after the
Scottish manner。
'I am so sorry；' she said： 'I dared not bring on anything more。 We
are so small a family； and my aunt keeps such an eye upon the
servants。 I have put some whisky in the milk … it is more
wholesome so … and with eggs you will be able to make something of
a meal。 How many eggs will you be wanting to that milk？ for I must
be taking the others to my aunt … that is my excuse for being here。
I should think three or four。 Do you know how to beat them？ or
shall I do it？'
Willing to detain her a while longer in the hen…house； I displayed
my bleeding palms； at which she cried aloud。
'My dear Miss Flora； you cannot make an omelette without breaking
eggs；' said I； 'and it is no bagatelle to escape from Edinburgh
Castle。 One of us； I think； was even killed。'
'And you are as white as a rag； too；' she exclaimed； 'and can
hardly stand！ Here is my shawl； sit down upon it here in the
corner； and I will beat your eggs。 See； I have brought a fork too；
I should have been a good person to take care of Jacobites or
Covenanters in old days！ You shall have more to eat this evening；
Ronald is to bring it you from town。 We have money enough；
although no food that we can call our own。 Ah； if Ronald and I
kept house； you should not be lying in this shed！ He admires you
so much。'
'My dear friend；' said I； 'for God's sake do not embarrass me with
more alms。 I loved to receive them from that hand； so long as they
were needed； but they are so no more； and whatever else I may lack
… and I lack everything … it is not money。' I pulled out my sheaf
of notes and detached the top one： it was written for ten pounds；
and signed by that very famous individual； Abraham Newlands。
'Oblige me； as you would like me to oblige your brother if the
parts were reversed； and take this note for the expenses。 I shall
need not only food； but clothes。'
'Lay it on the ground；' said she。 'I must not stop my beating。'
'You are not offended？' I exclaimed。
She answered me by a look that was a reward in itself； and seemed
to imply the most heavenly offers for the future。 There was in it
a shadow of reproach； and such warmth of communicative cordiality
as left me speechless。 I watched her instead till her hens' milk
was ready。
'Now；' said she； 'taste that。'
I did so； and swore it was nectar。 She collected her eggs and
crouched in front of me to watch me eat。 There was about this tall
young lady at the moment an air of motherliness delicious to
behold。 I am like the English general； and to this day I still
wonder at my moderation。
'What sort of clothes will you be wanting？' said she。
'The clothes of a gentleman；' said I。 'Right or wrong； I think it
is the part I am best qualified to play。 Mr。 St。 Ives （for that's
to be my name upon the journey） I conceive as rather a theatrical
figure； and his make…up should be to match。'
'And yet there is a difficulty；' said she。 'If you got coarse
clothes the fit would hardly matter。 But the clothes of a fine
gentleman … O； it is absolutely necessary that these should fit！
And above all； with your' … she paused a moment … 'to our ideas
somewhat noticeable manners。'
'Alas for my poor manners！' said I。 'But my dear friend Flora；
these little noticeabilities are just what mankind has to suffer
under。 Yourself； you see； you're very noticeable even when you
come in a crowd to visit poor prisoners in the Castle。'
I was afraid I should frighten my good angel visitant away； and
without the smallest breath of pause went on to add a few
directions as to stuffs and colours。
She opened big eyes upon me。 'O； Mr。 St。 Ives！' she cried … 'if
that is to be your name … I do not say they would not be becoming；
but for a journey； do you think they would be wise？ I am afraid' …
she gave a pretty break of laughter … 'I am afraid they would be
daft…like！'
'Well； and am I not daft？' I asked her。
'I do begin to think you are；' said she。
'There it is； then！' said I。 'I have been long enough a figure of
fun。 Can you not feel with me that perhaps the bitterest thing in
this captivity has been the clothes？ Make me a captive … bind me
with chains if you like … but let me be still myself。 You do not
know what it is to be a walking travesty … among foes；' I added
bitterly。
'O； but you are too unjust！' she cried。 'You speak as though any
one ever dreamed of laughing at you。 But no one did。 We were all
pained to the heart。 Even my aunt … though sometimes I do think
she was not quite in good taste … you should have