Harry felt some natural elation at this surprising change in his fortunes. He was a little amused, too, to think that this was the third time he had come under Marlborough’s notice, and each time the benevolent intentions of the duke had been anticipated. He could not but contrast Prince Eugene’s impetuous generosity with Marlborough’s placid goodwill; it was not till long afterwards that he understood what obstacles lay in the duke’s way. Marlborough was continually being pestered with applications from people of importance at home on behalf of their friends and connections; and in the then state of politics he could not afford to set aside the requests of those whose support he was so deeply concerned in retaining. Harry never had reason to doubt the kindness of Marlborough’s feeling towards him, and as he gained knowledge of the complex intrigues in which the public men of those days were enmeshed, he thought of the duke without bitterness. Before many days he was gazetted captain in the Imperial service, and left his regiment to join Prince Eugene. His departure was signalized by a banquet got up by his fellow-officers, at which he was embarrassed by the many complimentary things said of him. He parted from his old comrades with regret, tempered by delight at the prospect of close service with the great general who had so highly honoured him. Since his return to camp, he had remarked a strange and unaccustomed moodiness in Sherebiah. The worthy fellow went about his duties with his usual care and punctuality, but he was abnormally silent, seldom smiled or hummed country songs as he had been wont to do, and appeared to be in a state of chronic antagonism to Max Berens, whom Harry had taken as additional servant since their adventure together. Harry affected to ignore Sherebiah’s change of manner; but in reality it amused him, and he was in constant expectation of something that would bring matters to a crisis. One morning Max came to him in a state of exaltation. Prince Eugene, unwilling that a man who had worn his clothes to such good purpose should remain unrewarded, had not only presented him with the suit, but had purchased for him the Zum grauen Bären on the Urach road. Max said he was loth to leave his new master, but could not throw away so good a chance of settling in life, and added that as Mr. Rochester’s Englishman apparently disliked him, the prince’s gift had come most opportunely. Max had hardly left Harry’s presence when Sherebiah entered. He doffed his cap and fingered it uncomfortably, his usually cheery face wearing a portentously lugubrious look. "Well, Sherry, what is it?" asked Harry. "Well, ’tis like this, sir. ’Tis a sayen, a’ b’lieve, when in Rome do as the rum uns do. These be furren parts, and there be furren ways o’ doen things. Seems like now as if I bean’t no more use, and I’ve been a-chawen of it over, and the end on’t is, I be come to axe ’ee kindly to gi’ me my discharge, sir."