You are a trader, and have turned war into a trading venture.

I do believe that when you are at your last gasp you will be found calmly casting up your accounts with life.

And I think you will find a balance on the right side.

God speed you, Mr.
Garvald.

I love your sober folly." * * * * * I had scarcely left him when I met a servant of the Blairs, who handed me a letter.