"And give me your solemn parole—never again during this war to fight the South—"
"It is your right to demand it. I agree."
She gently took his hand.
"I know that I can trust you now—" She paused and looked wistfully into his face. "One last long look into your dear eyes—"
"Not the last—"
"One last kiss—"
She drew his lips down to hers.
"One last moment in your arms." She clung to him desperately and freed herself with quick resolution.
"And now you must go—from Richmond—from the South and out of my life forever—"
"You can't mean this!" he protested bitterly.