I was never an eloquent man, and if you take me as a soldier, I am, as, I have ever been in the service, I was saying I am Wilson Ople, of the grade of General, to be relied on for executing orders; and, madam, you are Lady Camper, and you command me.

I cannot be more precise.

In fact, it is the feeling of the necessity for keeping close to the business that destroys what I would say.

I am in fact lamentably incompetent to conduct my own case.' Lady Camper left her chair.
'Dear me, this is very strange, unless I am singularly in error,' she said.
The General now faintly guessed that he might be in error, for his part.
But he had burned his ships, blown up his bridges; retreat could not be thought of.
He stood, his head bent and appealing to her sideface, like one pleadingly in pursuit, and very deferentially, with a courteous vehemence, he entreated first her ladyship's pardon for his presumption, and then the gift of her ladyship's hand.
As for his language, it was the tongue of General Ople.

But his bearing was fine.