"What do you mean?"
"General Beauregard sent me here this morning. The court-martial is for me, not you. They're going to set you free and I am to be tried and shot, it may be."
"Nonsense! How did he find out?"
"I told him myself. I didn't disobey you, you see. You had not forbidden me to do it then."
"What did you tell him?"
"That Admiral Vernon was my father, and that I kept you—I—I—loved you."
"Great heavens! And—"
"And then he called the adjutant-general and they whispered together a moment, and then he sent me here."
"Why did you do it?" cried the man, reproachfully. "They will punish you in some way. I would rather have died than have you tell. What shall we do now?"
