P.S.--Since the above was written we have visited the General. Both
Monsieur Doltaire and Captain Moray were there, but neither took much
note of me--Monsieur Doltaire not at all. Those two either hate each
other lovingly, or love hatefully, I know not which, they are so biting,
yet so friendly to each other’s cleverness, though their style of
word-play is so different: Monsieur Doltaire’s like a bodkin-point,
Captain Moray’s like a musket-stock a-clubbing. Be not surprised to
see the British at our gates any day. Though we shall beat them back, I
shall feel no less easy because I have a friend in the enemy’s camp. You
may guess who. Do not smile. He is old enough to be my father. He said
so himself six months ago.