" He was peeling off his stout
riding-gloves as he spoke. "If this campaign is to go forward at
all, it will go forward as I dispose. Then, too, I wanted to see
Fletcher and the works. By gad, O'Moy, he has performed miracles,
and I am very pleased with him - oh, and with you too. He told me
how ably you have seconded him and counselled him where necessary.
You must have worked night and day, O'Moy." He sighed. "I wish
that I were as well served in every direction." And then he broke
off abruptly. "But this is monstrous tedious for your ladyship,
and for you, Miss Armytage. Forgive me."
Her ladyship protested the contrary, professing a deep interest
in military matters, and inviting his lordship to continue. Lord
Wellington, however, ignoring the invitation, turned the
conversation upon life in Lisbon, inquiring hopefully whether they
found the place afforded them adequate entertainment.
"Indeed yes," Lady O'Moy assured him. "We are very gay at times.
There are private theatricals and dances, occasionally an official
ball, and we are promised picnics and water-parties now that the
summer is here."
"And in the autumn, ma'am, we may find you a little hunting," his
lordship promised them.
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