Dobbin went up and whispered something to him, at which George, giving a start and a wild hurray, tossed off his glass, clapped it on the table, and walked away speedily on his friend's arm. "The enemy has passed the Sambre," William said, "and our left is already engaged. Come away. We are to march in three hours."
Away went George, his nerves quivering with excitement at the news so long looked for, so sudden when it came. What were love and intrigue now? He thought about a thousand things but these in his rapid walk to his quarters--his past life and future chances--the fate which might be before him--the wife, the child perhaps, from whom unseen he might be about to part. Oh, how he wished that night's work undone! and that with a clear conscience at least he might say farewell to the tender and guileless being by whose love he had set such little store!

Dobbin whispered something, at which George, giving a start and a wild hurray, drained his glass and walked away speedily on his friend's arm.
"The enemy has passed the Sambre," William said, "and our left is already engaged. We are to march in three hours."
Away went George, his nerves quivering with excitement. What were love and intrigue now? He thought about a thousand things in his rapid walk to his quarters - his past life and future chances - the fate which might be before him - the wife, the child perhaps, from whom he might be about to part. Oh, how he wished that night's work undone! so that with a clear conscience he might say farewell to the tender being by whose love he had set such little store!
