There was a gratified flush on the young fellow's lean, dark cheek.

What was it the General had heard about Langrishe?
Oh, yes, that he had had rough luck--that his old uncle.

Sir Peter--the General remembered him for a curmudgeon--had married and had a son, after rearing the young fellow as his heir.

No wonder the lad looked careworn.

The regiment was an expensive one; not too expensive for Sir Peter Langrishe's heir, but much too expensive for a poor man.
However, it was no business of the General's--not just yet.
"You have met my daughter, I think ?" he said.