Ob’d’t hum’le serv’t.
_Henry Conway._
His lordship looked at me as I put away the letters. I said: “That
seems to me good sense; but about the general, I cannot credit it.”
“You will judge for yourself,” he said, “if this be the man to send
into the wilderness. Keep the letters, but do not lose them; you may
return them later.” Which I should have done, only that the rout on the
Monongahela put it out of my mind.