Book 2, Chapter 4: In Which Some Light Is Thrown on the Title of This Work

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌⁠How delicious after a long absence to wake on a sunny morning and find ourselves at home! Ferdinand could scarcely credit that he was really again at Armine. He started up in his bed, and rubbed his eyes and stared at the unaccustomed, yet familiar sights, and for a moment Malta and the Royal Fusiliers, Bath and his betrothed, were all a dream; and then he remembered the visit of his dear mother t