Saddened and humbled in spirit, the young officer presented himself after a while to his old friends at Castlewood.

He was very young: before he set forth on his first campaign he may have indulged in exaggerated hopes of success, and uttered them.
"I was angry when I parted from you," he said to George Warrington, holding out his hand, which the other eagerly took.

"You seemed to scorn me and my regiment, George.

I thought you laughed at us, and your ridicule made me angry.

I boasted too much of what we would do." "Nay, you have done your best, George," says the other, who quite forgot his previous jealousy in his old comrade's misfortune.