Roderic knew he had a difficult piece of work cut out for him.
It had been child's play to disarm the old gentleman, but to avoid an open rupture must tax his ingenuity.
Perhaps, with the help of the girl it might be made possible.
At any rate he was bound to try for the sake of peace in the family.
"General, that I have lost the sweet friendship, and society of your niece and ward during all these months is my misfortune. She has, like an angel of light, forgiven me. It was all a terrible mistake, caused by jealousy on my part.
"You as a man who has seen the world in all its phases can understand my position. I am humiliated in her presence. We expect to forget all that is bitter in the past, and start afresh, for no other has held the cords to my heart save Georgia—though I believed her lost to me forever, I have been always faithful to our love.
"General, our countries are at war, but that does not make us enemies. I would esteem it an honor to shake your hand again and hear you say you do not bear me malice where she has forgiven."
The veteran was touched.
He was human, and it flattered him to think that this young American, who had just disarmed him with such ease, should still yearn for his friendly interest.