"I didn't mean it to be."
"Why didn't you order me out of your room, then?" she went on with becoming humility.
"This room is not mine, I am a prisoner, madam. I have no choice as to my guests."
"But you will soon be free," returned the girl, quietly. "That is, as soon as General Beauregard learns that I—I—"
"Give yourself no concern, Miss Glen," he said loftily; "I shall not betray you."
"What! You won't tell him?" with a perfect assumption of profound amazement.
"I will not," sternly.
"But they say—I heard—you are to—be—court-martialled."
Her voice sank to a low whisper, as if she were awestricken by the heavy tidings.
"I am."