She had, therefore, three positive claims on him as a soldier and a man.

Other Irish gentlemen, animated by the same swelling degrees, were awaking to the intimation that they might be wanted.

Some words were dropped here and there by General Lord Larrian: he regretted his age and infirmities.

A goodly regiment for a bodyguard might have been selected to protect her steps in the public streets; when it was bruited that the General had sent her a present of his great Newfoundland dog, Leander, to attend on her and impose a required respect.

But as it chanced that her address was unknown to the volunteer constabulary, they had to assuage their ardour by thinking the dog luckier than they.
The report of the dog was a fact.