"Well—he has spoken something of it," she replied, in a low voice.
"The dickens he has!"
"Cousin Harry!"
"I beg your pardon, Marion, but—but—this is not pleasant news."
"You mustn't get rough, Harry. St. John says there are no true gentlemen among the Yankees. But I think differently—now I have met Colonel Stanton."
"Oh, confound St. John! There are truer gentlemen among my fellow officers than he will ever be." Harry Powell took a turn around the summerhouse. "But I forgot. I ought not to have spoken so of your future husband."
"Who said he was my intended husband?"
"Why, you intimated as much."
"I am sure I did not."
"It is the same thing. You said he had spoken of marriage to you."