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"Major Atherton has changed his plans," broke in the girl, before I could respond. "The advance of Beauregard's forces makes it safer for him to remain quiet for a few hours, until night comes. I was just suggesting that he go up to the red room and lie down he is nearly dead from fatigue." "The red room!" in surprise. "Surely you jest, Miss Willifred! That is hardly considered a guest chamber."
Whether it would so appear to Miss Willifred I could not even conjecture; she was of the South, with, all the prejudice and peculiarity of thought characteristic of her section. Pure-hearted, womanly, as I believed her to be, this earlier alliance still might not seem to her particularly reprehensible.
Prisoners were in the basement beneath, guards were patrolling the hall without, yet we laughed and joked, with never a reference to the great conflict in which all present bore part. Of course much of this was but veneer, and back of repartee and well-told story, we were intent upon our own problems. With me, now that I had decided upon my plans, everything centred upon Miss Willifred.
I want to know what happens; I would rather face anything than suspense. Lieutenant Galesworth, I have always had my way, and I shall now." Down in my heart I rejoiced at her decision, but all I said was: "Very well, Miss Willifred, it makes me feel like a knight going forth to battle under the eyes of his lady."
Should I wait, or withdraw my little force, at least as far as the shelter of the ravine? I cared nothing about retaining the prisoners, indeed was anxious to release both Hardy and Bell. Nor was I any longer worried about Le Gaire especially his relations with Miss Willifred.
I had struck fiercely, impelled by the instinct to save myself, but I had had no desire to take the man's life. I had no reason to like Le Gaire; I believed him a bully, a disagreeable, boasting cur, but he was something to Willifred Hardy, and I could not afford to have his blood on my hands.
In 589, Amandus Gallus laboured in Ghent, Chelenus in Artois, and Gallus and Columbanus in Suabia. In 648, Egidius Gallus in Flanders, and the two Evaldi, in Westphalia. In 684, Willifred, in the Isle of Wight. In 688, Chilianus, in upper Franconia. In 698, Boniface, or Winifred, among the Thuringians, near Erford, in Saxony, and Willibroad in West-Friesland.
I should have withdrawn my men before daylight; there was no sign of any Federal troops advancing up the ravine, and probably my messenger had failed to get through. It looked as though we were left to our fate. Every moment counted, and yet I could not leave until this mystery was made clear, and Miss Willifred convinced of my innocence.
"Then you have seen Le Gaire since is that so?" She turned her back toward me, and stepped into the hall. The action was defiant, almost insulting. "Miss Willifred, I insist on an answer." "Indeed," carelessly, "to what?" "To my question have you seen Le Gaire since?" "I refuse to tell you." It was an instant before I found my voice, or could control my words.
I realized later that Miss Willifred had adroitly steered it that way, but if it was done to test me, she could scarcely have chosen a better topic. I had come from the senior class of a great college into the army, and was only too delighted to take part again in cultured conversation.
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