"We had a long ride," she replied, her eyes drooping before the intensity of his gaze.
"Aye, so you did; are you tired?"
"No, not at all," was her smiling answer, and her appearance did not belie the words.
"Hungry?"—with a little laugh, and tightening the clasp of his arm about her.
"No," again lifting her eyes to his happy face.
"Well, I have been hungry for days, and with a hunger that is now being happily appeased. But a supper is to be ready for you shortly, and then you are to see General Washington. Do you understand, sweetheart, what all this is about?" He was looking down at the small hands resting in one of his own, and smiling as he noted with a lover's eye how dainty and white they were.
"Yes," she said, "my brother explained all that to me."
"And you will come with me—now, at once, as soon as I can make my arrangements?" He spoke hurriedly, nervously.
"To England?" she asked, a very serious look now showing in her dark eyes.
"Aye, to England," he repeated in a tone whose firmness was contradicted by his perturbed face.