What I should like you to know is that I thought of you all this evening, and that I send you and Lady Greendale and Bertha my best wishes for your long life and happiness.
"Yours most sincerely, "Frank Mallett." He tore the page from his notebook, put it in an envelope and directed it, then placed it in an inner pocket of his uniform.
"So you are not writing, Marshall," he said, as he went across to the young ensign who was sitting on the angle of the parapet.
"I have no one particular to write to, Captain Mallett, and the only persons who will feel any severe sorrow if I fall tomorrow are my creditors." "We should all be sorry, Marshall, very sorry.

Ever since we sailed from Plymouth your conduct has shown that you have determined to retrieve your previous folly.

The Colonel himself spoke to me about it the other day, and remarked that he had every hope that you would turn out a steady and useful officer.

We have all noticed that beyond the regular allowance of wine you have drunk nothing, and that you did not touch a card throughout the voyage." "I have not spent a penny since I went on board at Plymouth," the lad said.

"I got the paymaster to give me an order on London for the amount of pay due to me the day we got to Cawnpore, and posted it to Morrison; so he has got some fifteen pounds out of the fire.
Of course it is not much, but at any rate it will show him I mean to pay up honestly." "Well done, lad.