She drew her lace handkerchief from her belt, dried her tears and looked up with a laugh.
"I'm not so loyal after all—am I?"
"No. But I've seen something bigger than loyalty," he breathed softly, "something divine—"
"Come," said the girl lightly. "I wish you to meet the most wonderful woman in Richmond. She's in charge of this hospital—"
Socola laughed skeptically.
"I've already seen the most wonderful woman in Richmond, Miss Jennie—"
"But she is—really—the most wonderful woman in all the South—I think in the world—Mrs. Arthur Hopkins—"
"Really?"
"She has done what no man ever has anyhow—sold all her property for two hundred thousand dollars and given it to the Confederacy. And not satisfied with giving all she had—she gave herself."
Socola followed the girl in silence into the little office of the hospital and found himself gasping with astonishment at the sight of the delicate woman who extended her hand in friendly greeting.