He had said a score of things to his guest which wounded and chafed the latter, and to which Mr.Washington could give no reply.

Angry beyond all endurance, he left the table at length, and walked away through the open windows into the broad verandah or porch which belonged to Castlewood as to all Virginian houses.
Here Madam Esmond caught sight of her friend's tall frame as it strode up and down before the windows; and, the evening being warm, or her game over, she gave up her cards to one of the other ladies, and joined her good neighbour out of doors.

He tried to compose his countenance as well as he could: it was impossible that he should explain to his hostess why and with whom he was angry.
"The gentlemen are long over their wine," she said; "gentlemen of the army are always fond of it." "If drinking makes good soldiers, some yonder are distinguishing themselves greatly, madam," said Mr.Washington.
"And I dare say the General is at the head of his troops ?" "No doubt, no doubt," answered the Colonel, who always received this lady's remarks, playful or serious, with a peculiar softness and kindness.

"But the General is the General, and it is not for me to make remarks on his Excellency's doings at table or elsewhere.

I think very likely that military gentlemen born and bred at home are different from us of the colonies.