"What have I done lately, or what have I left undone to involve me in this scrape?
Ah!" thought I, "to be sure, it can be nothing else.

Lord Wellington _did_ recognize me that unlucky morning, and has determined not to let me pass unpunished.

How unfortunate.

Scarcely twenty-four hours have elapsed since fortune seemed to smile upon me from every side, and now the very destiny I most dreaded stares me fully in the face." A reprimand, or the sentence of a court-martial, I shrank from with a coward's fear.

It mattered comparatively little from what source arising, the injury to my pride as a man and my spirit as a soldier would be almost the same.
"This is the letter, sir," said the orderly, presenting me with a packet, the address of which was in Power's hand-writing.