But that he'll sleep an hour less, or drink a glass of claret more--come what will of it--I'll believe from no man living.
"We've lost one gallant thing in any case, Charley," resumed Power.

"Busaco was, I'm told, a glorious day, and our people were in the heat of it.

So that, if we do leave the Peninsula now, that will be a confounded chagrin.
Not for you, my poor fellow, for you could not stir; but I was so cursed foolish to take the staff appointment,--thus one folly ever entails another." There was a tone of bitterness in which these words were uttered that left no doubt upon my mind some _arriere pensee_ remained lurking behind them.
My eyes met his; he bit his lip, and coloring deeply, rose from the chair, and walked towards the window.
The chance allusion of my man Mike flashed upon me at the moment, and I dared not trust myself to break silence.

I now thought I could trace in my friend's manner less of that gay and careless buoyancy which ever marked him.

There was a tone, it seemed, of more grave and sombre character, and even when he jested, the smile his features bore was not his usual frank and happy one, and speedily gave way to an expression I had never before remarked.