"He's a great soldier," Jos said, much more at ease now the great man was gone. "Was there ever a battle won like Salamanca? Hey, Dobbin? But where was it he learnt his art? In India, my boy! The jungle's the school for a general, mark me that. I knew him myself, too, Mrs. O'Dowd: we both of us danced the same evening with Miss Cutler, daughter of Cutler of the Artillery, and a devilish fine girl, at Dumdum."
The apparition of the great personages held them all in talk during the drive; and at dinner; and until the hour came when they were all to go to the Opera.

"He's a great soldier," Jos said. "Was there ever a battle like Salamanca? Hey, Dobbin? But he learnt his art in India, my boy! The jungle's the school for a general."
They talked about these great people during the drive and at dinner, until it was time to go to the Opera.
