Then we've had a few skirmishes to the front with no great results,--a few courts-martial, bad grub, and plenty of grumbling." "Why, what would they have?
It's a great thing to hold the French army in check within a few marches of Lisbon." "Charley, my man, who cares twopence for the French army or Lisbon or the Portuguese or the Junta or anything about it ?--every man is pondering over his own affairs.

One fellow wants to get home again, and be sent upon some recruiting station.

Another wishes to get a step or two in promotion, to come to Torres Vedras, where even the _grande armee_ can't.

Then some of us are in love, and some of us are in debt.

Their is neither glory nor profit to be had.