I'm sorrier than you know--about more matters than you know, Ailsa--" He softly smote his buckskin-gloved hands together, gazing at vacancy.

Then lifted his head and squared his heavy shoulders.
"I thought I'd come when I could.

The chances are that the army will move if this weather continues.

The cavalry will march out anyway.

So I thought I'd come over for a few moments, Ailsa.