'Nay, I cannot tell what to make of you,' answered the Chief of
Mac-Ivor, 'you are blown about with every wind of doctrine. Here have we
gained a victory, unparalleled in history--and your behaviour is praised
by every living mortal to the skies--and the Prince is eager to thank
you in person--and all our beauties of the White Rose are pulling caps
for you,--and you, the PREUX CHEVALIER of the day, are stooping on your
horse's neck like a butter-woman riding to market, and looking as black
as a funeral!'
'I am sorry for poor Colonel Gardiner's death: he was once very kind to
me.'
'Why, then, be sorry for five minutes, and then be glad again; his
chance to-day may be ours to-morrow. And what does it signify?--the next
best thing to victory is honourable death; but it is a PIS-ALLER, and
one would rather a foe had it than one's self.'
'But Colonel Talbot has informed me that my father and uncle are both
imprisoned by government on my account.'
'We'll put in bail, my boy; old Andrew Ferrara [See Note 29.] shall
lodge his security; and I should like to see him put to justify it in
Westminster Hall!'
'Nay, they are already at liberty, upon bail of a more civic
disposition.
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