He walked about in front of the line and at every step pulled himself up, slightly arching his back.
It was plain that the commander admired his regiment, rejoiced in it, and that his whole mind was engrossed by it, yet his strut seemed to indicate that, besides military matters, social interests and the fair sex occupied no small part of his thoughts.
"Well, Michael Mitrich, sir?" he said, addressing one of the battalion commanders who smilingly pressed forward (it was plain that they both felt happy).
" We had our hands full last night.
However, I think the regiment is not a bad one, eh?" The battalion commander perceived the jovial irony and laughed.