Chapter TwoConrad Horn began to dress himself with what was undoubtedly a thrill of excitement.
He eyed himself in the mirror and knew that his new clothes for his new command were worthy of the occasion.
His coat was of the finest blue broad-cloth, the heavy epaulettes that hung on the shoulders were of real bullion and so was the broad gold lace round the edges and the buttonholes.
His eyes lingered on the heavy gold stripes on his cuffs that marked him as a Captain with more than three years seniority.
He had tied his cravat of thick China silk with a precision that was typical and now he approved the cut of his white kerseymere breeches and his thick white silk stockings, which were the best he could buy.
Then he picked up his c****d hat, the button and lace of which were real gol
