"Major Lawrence," he began, and I noticed the face was not turned toward me. "I am sure you are not deceived, although you act the part well."
"I hardly understand."
"Oh, but I am sure you do. I—I could not permit you to go away despising me."
"But, my boy, this is all mystery—"
"Do you mean to insist you do not know—have not recognized me?"
"I—what can you mean?"
"Merely that I am Claire Mortimer," and lifting the hat, the young officer was revealed in the dim light as my lady. "Surely you knew?"
"But I did not," I insisted earnestly, recovering from my surprise, and leaning forward to look into her face. "Why should I? General Washington told me it was Eric who came for his father. Why should I suspect in this darkness?"
"I—I represented myself as Eric," she stammered.
"And was it you also who rode into our lines yesterday, telling of Clinton's whereabouts?"