"Remember who you are."
The Judge was not looking. Tom walked round in front of him.
"Why!" exclaimed the jurist, still seeing no one but Tom, "When did you get back. And where is your—"
"Got back this minute. I have come to see you about Mr. Starbuck."
"Too late. He is discharged."
"I—I—thank you. He is my wife's father."
"What!" exclaimed the Judge, turning about, and then he saw Lou, standing with Margaret and the old man. He held out his hand and the girl came timidly to him. About her he put his one arm; upon the forehead he kissed her: "The daughter of patriots—my daughter. Mr. Starbuck, why didn't you tell me?"
"Jedge," the old man replied, "it would have looked like I was a cringin'. I know how to bleed for my country, but I don't know how to beg for myse'f."