She sends her love to you, and says you must take care of yourself, for her sake." The squire, in his letter, repeated the news Mrs.Walsham had given.
"You are now an ensign," he said, "and, if you go into any more fights before your regiment arrives, you must, Mr.Wilks said, get a proper uniform made for you, and fight as a king's officer.

I send you a copy of the gazette, where you will see your name." Mr.Wilks's letter was a long one.
"I felt horribly guilty, dear Jim," he said, "when the news came of Braddock's dreadful defeat.

I could hardly look your dear mother in the face, and, though the kind lady would not, I know, say a word to hurt my feelings for the world, yet I could see that she regarded me as a monster, for it was on my advice that, instead of coming home when you got your discharge, you remained out there and took part in this unfortunate expedition.

I could see Aggie felt the same, and, though I did my best to keep up their spirits, I had a terrible time of it until your letter arrived, saying you were safe.

If it had not come, I do believe that I should have gone quietly off to Exeter, hunted up my box again, and hired a boy to push it for me, for I am not so strong as I was.