I'd do--I don't know what I wouldn't do.

I'd--I'd study the art of war: I know there are books about it.

I'd get out to the East, away from this depot work; and if there is no fighting there, as every one says there will not be, I'd go into a marching regiment, and see service.

I'd,--hang it, if they'd have me,--I'd even go to the senior department at Sandhurst, and read mathematics!" Sabina kept her countenance (though with difficulty) at this magnificent bathos; for she saw that the little man was really in earnest; and that the looks and words of the strange actress had awakened in him something far deeper and nobler than the mere sensual passion of a boy.
"Ah, if I had but gone out to Varna with the rest! I thought myself a lucky fellow to be left here." "Do you know that it is getting very late ?" So Frederick Lord Scoutbush went home to his rooms: and there sat for three hours and more with his feet on the fender, rejecting the entreaties of Mr.Bowie, his servant, either to have something, or to go to bed; yea, he forgot even to smoke, by which Mr.Bowie "jaloused" that he was hit very hard indeed: but made no remark, being a Scotchman, and of a cautious temperament.
However, from that night Scoutbush was a changed man, and tried to be so.

He read of nothing but sieges and stockades, brigade evolutions, and conical bullets; he drilled his men till he was an abomination in their eyes, and a weariness to their flesh; only every evening he went to the theatre, watched La Cordifiamma with a heavy heart, and then went home to bed; for the little man had good sense enough to ask Sabina for no more interviews with her.