'He has a notion of Erin as the unwilling bride of Mr.Bull, because her lord is not off in heroics enough to please her, and neglects her, and won't let her be mistress of her own household, and she can't forget that he once had the bad trick of beating her: she sees the marks.

And you mayn't believe it, but the Captain's temper is to praise and exalt.

It is.
Irony in him is only eulogy standing on its head: a sort of an upside down; a perversion: that's our view of him at home.

All he desires is to have us on the march, and he'd be perfectly happy marching, never mind the banner, though a bit of green in it would put him in tune, of course.

The banner of the Cid was green, Miss Adister: or else it's his pennon that was.