He will expect it from an elder of the church." Poor Hans departed crestfallen, feeling that the days of him who tries, however skilfully and impartially, to sit upon two stools at once are not happy days, and sometimes threaten to be short ones.

And supposing that the Englishmen should win after all--as in his heart he hoped they might--how should he then prove that he had hoped it?
The General watched him waddle through the door from under his pent brows, a half-humourous, half-menacing expression on his face.
"A windbag; a coward; a man without a heart for good or for evil.

Bah! nephew, that is Hans Coetzee.

I have known him for years.

Well, let him go.