And here I am on a wet Sunday looking out of a damned large bow window at the rain as it falls into the puddles opposite, wondering when it will be dinner time, and cursing my folly in having put no books into my portmanteau. The only book I have seen here, is one which lies upon the sofa. It is entitled ?Field Exercises and Evolutions of the Army by Sir Henry Torrens.? I have read it through so often, that I am sure I could drill a hundred recruits from memory.