There was little more for the train-bands to do.

Charles had fled, peace was restored, the Long Parliament was dissolved, Cromwell was Lord Protector.
Outwardly the young Roundhead was not altered by the campaign.

He had passed through it unscathed.

He was somewhat graver in manner; there seemed to be a little less warmth and spontaneity in his greeting; his voice had lost one or two of its cheerier notes; his laughter was less hearty and more easily controlled.

Perhaps this only meant that the world was doing its work with him.