"Not know of me. In fact, mother, I can't bear it; I can't make up my mind to it. He has proved himself so different from me and has done so much to raise himself while I've been soldiering that I haven't brass enough in my composition to see him in this place and under this charge. How could a man like him be expected to have any pleasure in such a discovery? It's impossible. No, keep my secret from him, mother; do me a greater kindness than I deserve and keep my secret from my brother, of all men."
"But not always, dear George?"
"Why, mother, perhaps not for good and all--though I may come to ask that too--but keep it now, I do entreat you. If it's ever broke to him that his rip of a brother has turned up, I could wish," says the trooper, shaking his head very doubtfully, "to break it myself and be governed as to advancing or retreating by the way in which he seems to take it."

 of me. I can't bear it; he has proved himself so different from me and has done so much to raise himself while I've been soldiering that I can't see him here, under this charge. Keep my secret from him, mother."
"But not always, dear George?"
"Why, mother, perhaps not for always, but for now, I entreat you. If it's ever broke to him that his rip of a brother has turned up, I don't know how he would react," says the trooper, shaking his head very doubtfully.
