"I'm a soldier's daughter"; and she looked up proudly, although a tear was in her eye.
"Yes, and your brave father was shot in the heart while leading his men to victory."
"And come what will, his daughter shall never disgrace his name. Victory will yet be ours!" she said courageously.
"God grant it," was his response.
For some moments both had solemn faces, while with gentle pressure they held each other's hands.
"I am not without hope," Harold continued at last. "Sir George may be angry at first, and I can't blame him for that. He'll raise a row, of course—perhaps send me to Hades—but he may give in before the ship sails. It will be jolly happy for us if he does."
While he was speaking a critical look came into Helen's face.
"Do you know," she exclaimed with sudden earnestness, "I really believe I can help you!"
"My darling! How in the world can you? You do not even know Sir George or one of the officers."
"That may be," she replied, holding his hand in both of hers. "But see, the carriage is stopping. I cannot tell you now. Just leave it to me," and at once the expression upon her face inspired him with renewed confidence.