He admitted to bruised feelings: “When you were covered with the dust of the camp and had cannonballs whistling thick about your ears, you used to steal an hour’s converse with an old friend every 5 or 6 months; and now in a time of profound peace and tranquillity you cannot, it seems, find two minutes for this kind of office. . . . [A]re you grown too rich and proud to have a good memory? . . . Pray make haste to explain this strange mystery!”
