"Oh, yes," eagerly, and joined him, smiling under the great hat with its flaring front filled in with gathered silk, her white frock short enough to show the trim ankles and dainty feet, and her green silk parasol that had come from Philadelphia that very spring. She generally wore her hair in curls, though it was cut much shorter in the front and arranged not unlike more modern finger puffs. A very pretty girl of the refined type. Fort Pitt was then in all its glory though the old block house of Colonel Bouquet was still standing, up Duquesne way, and there were soldiers strolling about and a few officers in uniform. Langdale was on duty somewhere. Captain Forbes came to greet them. "You'll find the general in his office, Mr. Carrick. May I take charge of Miss Carrick, meanwhile?" "Yes, I shall be glad to have you." Captain Forbes was a Philadelphian, so they were not at loss for conversation. Here two or three men were in earnest discussion, there one deeply interested in a book, who touched his cap without looking up. In a shady corner two men were playing chess, one a civilian, the other a young private. "Well, Hugh, how goes it?" asked the captain. "Why, I am not discouraged;" laughing and bowing to Daffodil. "He is going to make a good, careful player, and I think a fine soldier." "Allow me--Mr. Andsdell, Miss Carrick." There had come with General Lee and his body of soldiers sent to quell the insurgents, a number of citizens out of curiosity to see the place. Among them a young Englishman, who had been in the country several years seeking his fortune and having various successes. He had tried the stage at Williamsburg, Virginia, and won not a little applause. He was an agreeable well-mannered person and always had excellent luck at cards without being a regular gamester. He made no secret of belonging to a titled family, but being a younger son with four lives between him and the succession he had come to America to try his fortune. Yet even in this new world fortunes were not so easily found or made. Daffodil watched them with interest. M. de Ronville had played it with an elderly friend. "You have seen it before?" Andsdell asked, raising his eyes and meeting the interested ones. "Oh, yes; in Philadelphia. I spent a few months there." Her voice had a charm. She seemed indeed not an ordinary girl. "I have been there part of the last year. I was much interested." He kept a wary eye on the young fellow's moves. Once he said--"No, don't do that; think." The other thought to some purpose and smiled. "You are improving." A flush of pleasure lighted the boyish face. "Check," said Andsdell presently. "I had half a mind to let you win, but you made two wrong moves." The young man glanced at his watch. "Now I must go and drill," he exclaimed. "Can we say to-morrow afternoon again?" "With pleasure;" smiling readily. He bowed himself away. Andsdell rose. "I wonder if I might join your walk? I have met a Mr. Carrick----"