Harry was one of the young officers who carried the commander-in-chief's orders to the subordinate generals, and while he knew details, he wondered what the main plan would be.

Young as he was he knew that no passage could be forced across the Rappahannock in the face of the Army of the Potomac, which was now as numerous as ever, and which could sweep the river and its shores with its magnificent artillery.

But he had full confidence in Lee.

The spell that Jackson had thrown over him was transferred to Lee, who swayed his feelings and judgment with equal power.
The figure of Lee in the height and fullness of victory was imposing.
An English general who saw him, and who also saw all the famous men of his time, wrote long afterward that he was the only great man he had ever seen who looked all his greatness.

Tall, strongly built, with thick gray hair, a short gray beard, clipped closely, ruddy complexion and blue eyes, he was as careful in dress as Jackson had been careless.
He spoke with a uniform politeness, not superficial, but from the heart, and his glance was nearly always grave and benevolent.
General Lee in these warm days of late spring occupied a large tent.
Even when the army was not on the march he invariably preferred tents to houses, and now Harry saw nearly all the famous Southern generals in the east passing through that door.