"My sweet girl!"
"Can you ever forgive me for being frightened at the first note of danger and telling you to fly?"
"I will always love you for it."
"And you will never think the worse of me for offering to go with you?"
"I will love you for that too."
"I must be brave," she said, drawing herself up proudly, though her lips were trembling, her voice was breaking, and her eyes were wet. "Whether you are right or wrong in what you are doing it is not for me to decide, but if your heart tells you to do it you must do it, and I must be your soldier, ready and waiting for my captain's call."
"My brave girl!"
"It is not for nothing that I am my father's daughter. He risked everything and so will I, and if they come to me to-morrow night and say that ... that you ... that you are...."
The proud face had fallen on his breast again. But after a moment it was raised afresh, and then it was shining all over.
"That's right! How beautiful your face is when it smiles, Roma! Roma, do you know what I'm going to do when this is all over? I'm going to spend my life in making you smile all the time."