“'A mere scratch, sir,--a poke of a lance,' said I, smarting under the cool indifference of his manner. “'I hope you 're not too much fatigued to stop to supper,' said he; but I arose at the instant, and pleading the excuse of exhaustion and want of rest, begged to be permitted to retire; and here I am, not having tasted anything since I left Padua, and not in the very blandest of tempers, either, at the graciousness of my reception. As for Midchekoff, he kept his seat as coolly as if he meant to pass his life there. I hesitated for a second or two, expecting that he would join me; but not a bit of it He smiled his little quiet smile, as much as to say, 'Good-night,' and so I left him.” “He is probably detained to give some particulars of the engagement,” said D'Esmonde. “How can he?--he was never in it; he was writing letters all day at headquarters, and never came up till seven in the evening, when he rode down with a smart groom after him, and gave the Duke of Savoy a sandwich out of a silver case. That will be the only memorable fact he can retail of the day's fortune.” “The cause looks well, however,” said D'Esmonde, endeavoring to divert his thoughts into a more agreeable direction. “Tell me what is the cause, and I will answer you,” said Norwood, sternly. “So far as _I_ see, we are dividing the spoils before we have hunted down the game.” “You surely have no doubt of the result, my Lord?” replied the other, eagerly. “The Austrians must relinquish Italy.” “Then who is to take it,--that's the question? Is Lorn-bardy to become Piedmont, or a Red Republic? or are your brethren of the slouched hat to step in and portion out the land into snug nurseries for Franciscans and Ursulines? Egad, I 'd as soon give it up to old Morlache yonder, and make it a New Jerusalem to educate a young race of moneylenders and usurers!” “I wish we had even as much security for our loans,” said Morlache, smiling. “I hear of nothing but money,----great loans here, immense sums raised there,” cried Norwood; “and yet what becomes of it? The army certainly has seen none of it. Large arrears of pay are due; and as for us who serve on the staff, we are actually supporting the very force we command.” “We are told that large sums have found their way into Austria in shape of secret service,” said D'Esmonde, “and with good result too.” “The very worst of bad policy,” broke in Norwood. “Pay your friends and thrash your enemies. Deserters are bad allies at the best, but are utterly worthless if they must be paid for desertion. Let them go over like those Hungarian fellows,--a whole regiment at a time, and bring both courage and discipline to our ranks! but your rabble of student sympathizers are good for nothing.” “Success has not made you sanguine, my Lord,” said Morlache, smiling.