He pulled the paper out with a flourish.
"The allies have won a great battle, my lad," says he.

"I don't think Nap can stand up long against this.

The Saxons have thrown him over, and he's been badly beat at Leipzig.

Wellington is past the Pyrenees, and Graham's folk will be at Bayonne before long." I chucked up my hat.
"Then the war will come to an end at last," I cried.
"Aye, and time too," said he, shaking his head gravely.

"It's been a bloody business.