"But you are true?" I exclaimed.
"True!" said the doctor, smiling. "True to what? I hope I am true."
"I mean, you are a true Northerner? you do not sympathise with the South?"
"I do not think they are in the right, Daisy; and I cannot say I wish they should succeed. It is very natural that you should wish it."
"I do not," I said. "I wish the right to succeed."
"I believe you do, or you would not be Daisy. But, with a woman, - excuse me, - the right is where her heart is."
Dr. Sandford touched so much more than he knew in this speech, I felt my cheek grow hot. I thought at the same time that he was speaking with the intent to find out more than he knew. I was silent and kept my face turned from him.
"You do not plead guilty," he went on.
"The charge is not guilt, but weakness," I said coolly.
"Weakness!" said the doctor. "Not at all. It is a woman's strength."