“What!” he cried.
“Good-bye!”
“You don’t mean it!”
“Yes, I do!”
“Where are you going?”
“About my business, Justin,” sadly smiled Miss Conyers.
“But—excuse me!—What business?”
“That is my secret, if you please, Justin”
“Pardon my impertinence,” said Colonel Rosenthal, with a mortified air; “but I hoped to speak to you, Britomarte, on that one subject which day and night has occupied my thoughts since I first met you!” he said, taking her hand and seeking to detain her.
“Let that subject rest, if not forever, at least till after the war is over.”