She put her hand through the open window, and General Wood, the mountaineer, bending low over his horse's neck, kissed it with all the grace and gallantry of an ancient knight.
"I hope that you will come back," she said softly.
"I will, I must, if you are here," he said.
He kissed her hand again.
"Your brother?" he added.
"He is still asleep."
"What a pity his wounds are so bad! We'll need him to-day."
"Is it coming? Is it really coming to-day, under these skies so peaceful and beautiful?" she asked in sudden terror, though long she had been prepared for the worst.
"Grant is in the Wilderness."
She knew what that meant and asked no more.