"Preston Gary. I do not know where he is now, only he is among them. They say, he is with Beauregard. I was very fond of him. Then there is my brother; he either is with them or he will be; and there are still others."
"On the Southern side," said the doctor.
"Those two are on the Southern side," I said. "Others are on the Northern. I am there myself."
"Not exactly in the struggle," said the doctor; "and yet, I do not know. These women!"
I think the doctor was baffled by my perfect quietness and readiness. He spoke presently in a disengaged manner, -
"Mr. Ransom Randolph is in no danger at present. I know from a word in a late letter from your father, that he is in Europe still. Would you not like to get out of this confused state of things, and join them there?"
"I would like better to go if it was peace here," I said.
"Would you? Then you are not afraid lest the rebels should take Washington and confiscate the whole of us?"
"Major Fairbairn thinks the danger of that is past."
"He does! However, other dangers might arise -"