“You could not enter the army under better patronage,” de Chavigny said.  “We have both served under him for two years on the Rhine, and had we been his brothers he could not have been more kind; but the work, ma foi, was tremendous.  The soldiers may well say that the general is sleepless.  Happily he does not expect us to go altogether without rest.  Frequently he is away all night by himself in the saddle, sometimes he takes one or other of us with him, but at any rate we get a night’s sleep by turns.  Much as he has to worry him —­ what with the ignorance of some and the carelessness of others —­ I have never seen him out of temper; but then a reproof, however mildly spoken, by him, is more dreaded than a volley of abuse from any other general.  He was telling us before he came out that you are already well up in drill, and in the use of arms.”

“Yes; I have been brought up, I may say, in the Scottish regiment, and after my father’s death the officers and men were all very kind to me, and I learnt my drill both as a soldier and an officer, to fence, use my pistols, and ride.  The officers lent me books on military history and tactics.”

“The viscount said you were wonderfully well read in such matters,” de Lisle said.  “I own that beyond the campaigns that I have taken part in I have a very vague idea of such things.  My time before I joined was taken up with learning the use of arms, equitation, and certain dry studies under an abbe.  I wish now that instead of Latin I had learned something of military history; it seems to me that when one is intended for the army it is a good deal more important than Latin or theology.”

“I fancy, de Lisle,” his companion said laughing, “that from what I know of you your objection was not so much to the course of study as to study altogether.  I know that that was my case.”

“Well, perhaps so; still, I might as well have been whipped into learning something useful, instead of something that, so far as I can see, will never be of any value whatever.  Were you born over here, lieutenant?”

“No, I was born in Scotland; but my father, who was a younger son, saw no chance of making his way by his sword at home.  It was certain that James would never go to war, and as there was no regular army, there seemed no opening for a penniless cadet in England or Scotland, so he came over here and obtained a commission, and as soon as he did so sent for my mother and myself.  She died two years later; he kept me with him.  When he went on service I was left in the charge of a Huguenot family, and it was well that it was so, for otherwise I might have grown up unable to read or write.  The last time that I saw him was before he rode to La Rochelle.  After his death I was adopted by the regiment, for the good people I was with left Paris to join their friends in the south.  Had it been otherwise I should have stayed with them.  The good man would probably have brought me up to be, like himself, a minister, and I am afraid I should have made a very poor one.”