"I have no fears for his safety now. I think I shall go to-morrow."
"Go, Harold?"
"Yes, to New York. The President has appealed to the States for troops. I am no soldier, but I cannot remain idle while my fellow citizens are rallying to arms."
"Will you fight, Harold?"
"If needs be."
"Against your countrymen?"
"Against traitors."
"Against me, perhaps."
"Heaven forbid that the blood of any of your kin should be upon my hands. I know how much you have suffered, dearest, with the thought that this unhappy business may separate us for a time. Think you that the eye of affection could fail to notice your dejection and reflective mood for some days past?"
Her face grew crimson, and she tore nervously the petals of the flower in her hand.