You hold the threads of your office and the moment is not one in which to appoint another adjutant to take them over.

Such a thing might be fatal to the success of the British arms.

You must withdraw this resignation." And he proffered the document.
Sir Terence recoiled.

He went deathly white.
"I cannot," he stammered.

"After what has happened, I--" Lord Wellington's face became set and stern.