‘—An officer! ay, Miss Charlworth, he is, or he is so to be;
You’ll own war isn’t such humbug: and Glory means something, you see.
“But don’t say a word,” he continues, “against the brave French any
more.”
—That stopt me: we’ll now march together. I couldn’t read further
before.
That “brave French” I couldn’t stomach. He can’t see their cunning to
get
Us Britons to fight their battles, while best half the winnings they
net!’