Her face was flushed, a frown was upon her brow, a doubtful smile upon her lips, and her whole manner betokened her intense interest.  “You evidently are seeking to revise them,” she said, with a short laugh, “much as you charged our cavalry the other evening.  I think you are a dangerous man to the South, Captain Lane, and I don’t know whether I should let you get well or not.”

He reached out his hand and took hers, as he said, laughingly:  “I should trust you just the same, even though Jeff Davis and the whole Confederate Congress ordered you to make away with me.”

“Don’t you call our President ‘Jeff,’” she snapped, but did not withdraw her hand.

“I beg your pardon.  That was just as rude in me as if you had called Mr. Lincoln ‘Abe.’”

She now burst out laughing.  “Heaven knows we do it often enough,” she said.

“I was aware of that.”

“This won’t do at all,” she resumed.  “Your hand is growing a little feverish, and if my visits do not make you better I shall not come.  I think we have defined our differences sufficiently.  You must not ‘reverence’ me any more.  I couldn’t stand that at all.  I will concede at once that you are a gentleman, and that this lovely girl is my equal; and when our soldiers have whipped your armies, and we are free, I shall be magnanimous, and invite you to bring this girl here to visit us on your wedding trip.  What is her name?”

“Marian Vosburgh.  But I fear she will never take a wedding trip with me.  If she did I would accept your invitation gratefully after we had convinced the South that one flag must protect us all.”

“We won’t talk any more about that.  Why won’t Miss Vosburgh take a wedding trip with you?”

“For the best of reasons,—­she doesn’t love me well enough.”

“Stupid!  Perhaps she loves some one else?”

“No, I don’t think so.  She is as true a friend as a woman can be to a man, but there it ends.”

“With her.”

“Certainly, with her only.  She knows that I would do all that a man can to win her.”

“You are frank.”

“Why should I not be with one I trust so absolutely?  You think us Northmen cold, underhanded.  I do not intend virtually to take my life back from your hands, and at the same time to keep that life aloof from you as if you had nothing to do with it.  If I survive the war, whichever way it turns, I shall always cherish your memory as one of my ideals, and shall feel honored indeed if I can retain your friendship.  To make and keep such friends is to enrich one’s life.  Should I see Miss Vosburgh again I shall tell her about you, just as I have told you about her.”

“You were born on the wrong side of the line, Captain Lane.  You are a Southerner at heart.”

“Oh, nonsense!  Wait till you visit us at the North.  You will find people to your mind on both sides of the line.  When my mother and sisters have learned how you have treated me and my men they will welcome you with open arms.”