"The Bible!" said the Captain in his turn. "Pray where, if you please?"
"Why don't you know, Capt. Drummond?—when God said, 'Let the waters be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear.'"
The Captain whistled softly, with an amused face, and stealthily watched Daisy, whose countenance was full of the most beautiful interest. Almost lovingly she bent over the trilobite, thinking her own thoughts; while her friend presently from observing the expression of her face began to take notice anew of the thin and pale condition of the cheeks, that had been much healthier a week ago.
"You like to look at armour, Daisy," he said.
She made no answer.
"Are you still in the mind to 'die on the field of battle?'"
He guessed the question would touch her, but curiosity got the better of sympathy with him. He was not prepared for the wistful, searching look that Daisy gave him instantly, nor for the indescribable tenderness and sorrow that mingled in it. As before, she did not answer.
"Forgive me, Daisy," said the Captain involuntarily "You know you told me you were a soldier."
Daisy's heart was very tender, and she had been living all the morning in that peculiar nearness to Christ which those know who suffer for him. She looked at the Captain, and burst into tears.
"You told me you were a soldier—" he repeated, not quite knowing what to say.