"It is very true, Bunting, and I have had some thoughts of sending you home again with the horses, and travelling post."
"Eh!" grunted the Corporal, opening his eyes; "hopes your honour ben't serious."
"Why if you continue to look so serious, I must be serious too; you understand, Bunting?"
"Augh—and that's all, your honour," cried the Corporal, brightening up, "shall look merry enough to-morrow, when one's in, as it were, like, to the change of road. But you see, Sir, it took me by surprise. Said I to myself, says I, it is an odd thing for you, Jacob Bunting, on the faith of a man, it is! to go tramp here, tramp there, without knowing why or wherefore, as if you was still a private in the Forty-second, 'stead of a retired Corporal. You see, your honour, my pride was a hurt; but it's all over now;—only spites those beneath me,—I knows the world at my time o' life."
"Well, Bunting, when you learn the reason of my change of plan, you'll be perfectly satisfied
