“When we receive the Invalide , 34 Póupka” (so the retired Uhlan called his wife) “rushes headlong into the hall, seizes the paper, and runs with it to a seat in the arbour or the drawing-room (in which, you remember, we spent such jolly winter evenings when your regiment was stationed in our town), and reads of your heroic deeds with an ardour you cannot imagine. She often speaks of you. ‘There now,’ she says, ‘Miháylof is a darling . I am ready to cover him with kisses when I see him. He is fighting on the bastions , and is certain to get a St. George’s Cross, and they’ll write about him in the papers,’