“and I have seen neither goat nor kid caught among the bushes of the plain.”
Cromwell bowed.
“You are strong among the strong, Mordaunt,” he said; “and the Frenchmen, how did they behave?”
“Most fearlessly.”
“Yes, yes,” murmured Cromwell; “the French fight well; and if my glass was good and I mistake not, they were foremost in the fight.”
“They were,” replied Mordaunt.
“After you, however,” said Cromwell.
“It was the fault of their horses, not theirs.”
Another pause.