The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)Yates, Edmund
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The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)
Yates, Edmund
Fiction
The donning of a scarlet tunic instead of a round jacket, and the
substitution of a helmet for a pot-hat, made very little difference in
Ronald. Several of his brother officers had known him personally at
Eton, so that the character he had obtained there preceded him,
inspiring a wholesome awe of him before he appeared on the scene; and
he had not been two days in barracks before he was voted a prig and a
bore. There was no sympathy between the dry, pedantic, rough young
Scotsman and those jolly genial youths. His hard, dry, handsome
clean-cut face, with its cold gray eyes, thin aquiline nose, and tight
lips, cast a gloom over the cheery mess-table around which they sat;
their jovial beaming smiles, and curling moustaches, and glittering
shirt-studs reflected in the silver _épergne_, with its outposts of
mounted sentries and its pleasant mingling of feasting and frays at the
Temple of Mars and the London Tavern. His grim presence robbed many a
pleasant story of its point, which indeed, in deference to him, had to
be softened down or given with bated breath. The young fellows--no
younger than him in years, but with, O, such an enormous gulf between
them as regards the real elasticity and charm of youth--were afraid of
him, and from fear sprung dislike. They had not much fear of their
elders, these youths of ingenuous countenance and ingenuous modesty.
They had a wholesome awe, tempering their hearty love, of Colonel
Jefferson; but less on account of the strictness of his discipline and
of a certain _noli-me-tangere_ expression towards those whom he did
not specially favour, than on account of his age; and as for the
jolly old Major, who had been in the regiment for ever so many
years,--for him they had neither fear nor respect; and when he was in
command--which befell him during the cheerful interval between July and
December--the lads did as they liked.
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