The General discomposed his daughter by offering to accompany her on her morning ride before breakfast.

She considered that it would fatigue him.

'I am not a man of eighty!' he cried.

He could have wished he had been.
He led the way to the park, where they soon had sight of young Rolles, who checked his horse and spied them like a vedette, but, perceiving that he had been seen, came cantering, and hailing the General with hearty wonderment.
'And what's this the world says, General ?' said he.

'But we all applaud your taste.