MacNeil turned to Tim. “Where is your home?”
“I’m from a small town on the Connecticut River, a place called Stone’s Brook. My father is the only doctor in town. Lieutenant Kelly is a New Haven man. He left a wife and child at home.” Tim knew he was telling more than he’d been asked. “But as for me, I’m an unmarried man.”
Their host smiled. “You can’t be twenty. You still have time.”
Red said, “He’s picked his girl.”
“You’ve been serving with the Department of the South, I presume. Where were you captured, may I ask?”
“On Morris Island, sir, on July eleventh last,” Red said.
“That would be Battery Wagner.”
“Yes. Fort Wagner, we call it.”
MacNeil fingered the stem of his glass and smiled dryly. “I guess it earned that designation.”
After dinner they retired to the living room and their host spoke to a guard who sat in the hall.