"But must I go home ?" he pleaded.
"What else?
And, by God, sir, you should be thankful, I think." "Very well," was the dull answer, and then he flared out.

"Faith, it's your own fault for giving me a job of this kind.

You knew me.

You know that I am just a blunt, simple soldier--that my place is at the head of a regiment, not at the head of an administration.

You should have known that by putting me out of my proper element I was bound to get into trouble sooner or later." "Perhaps I do," said Wellington.