“No; I will not. I like this better.”
“The point is that you may be killed.”
“No, I will not be. The shells fall, too, in the town. I will be careful.”
“Dear heart, I mean it.”
“Dear heart, I mean it, too. The danger is not greater than it is in town. Yesterday there a child’s arm was torn away.”
“Oh—”
“Yes.... It is so frightful. And they are burying the dead out there. A soldier told me.”
“Yes.... How still it seems! And the mignonette ...”
“It is as still as was the garden at Cape Jessamine. Look how the clouds are drifting by....”
“Desiree, I brought you into the country of Danger. If you had gone to the Fusilier place—”