“Oh, no, he has not yet written to me,” smiled Drusilla.
“But you have heard from him?”
“No, not since that night.”
“Then what do you mean, my dear, by talking of the home he has provided for you?”
“I mean the cottage to which he took me when we were first married—Cedarwood, near Washington.”
“Where you suffered such cruel mental anguish as I should think would render the very thought of the place hateful to you, my poor child,” said General Lyon, compassionately.
Drusilla gave him a pleading look that seemed to pray him to say nothing that might even by implication reproach her absent husband; and then she added:
“There were other memories and associations connected with Cedarwood, dear sir. The first few weeks of my married life were very happy; and my housekeeping and gardening very cheerful and pleasant.”
“But all that is changed. Why go back there now?”
“Because it is my proper home.”