"At Paigecourt. Many transports are waiting at the landing. . . . They say that there was another severe engagement near there yesterday, and that our army is victorious. I have heard, also, that we were driven in, and that your regiment lost a great many men and horses . . . I don't know which is true," she added, listlessly picking at her frayed gown; "only, as we haven't heard the guns to-day, it seems to me that if we had lost the battle we'd have Confederate cannon thundering all around us." "That seems reasonable," he admitted absently. . . . "Is Dr. Benton here still?" "No," she said softly. "Where is he?" "At Paigecourt. I asked him to go because he is the best doctor I ever knew. He came down here to see me; he is not detailed for duty under contract. I asked him to go and see Stephen Craig. He grumbled--and went." She looked up shyly at Berkley, smiled for the first time, then her pale young face grew beautiful and solemn. "You dear girl," he said impulsively, taking both her hands and kissing them. "I am so glad for you--and for him. I knew it would come true." "Yes. But I had to tell him--I started to tell him--and--oh, would you believe how splendid he is! He _knew_ already! He stopped me short--and I never can forget the look in his face. And he said: 'Child--child! You can tell me nothing I am not already aware of. And I am aware of nothing except your goodness.'" "I _thought_ I knew Phineas Benton," said Berkley, warmly. "He was too upright a character for me to enjoy with any comfort--a few years back. . . . I'm trying harder than you ever had to, Letty. You always desired to be decent; I didn't." He shook both her hands heartily. "You deserve every atom of your happiness, you dear, sweet girl! I only wish you were safely out of here and back in the North!" Letty began to cry softly: "Forgive me, please; I'm not naturally as tearful as this. I am just tired. I've done too much--seen too much--and it hasn't hardened me; it has made me like a silly child, ready to sniffle at anything." Berkley laughed gently. "Why are you crying now, Letty?" "B-because they have offered me a furlough. I didn't apply. But Dr. Benton has made me take it. And it almost kills me to go North and leave Ailsa--alone--and so strangely changed toward me----" She straightened her shoulders resolutely; brushed the tears from her lashes; strove to smile at him. "Shall we walk a little? I am not on duty, you know; and I've had enough sleep. There's such a pretty lane along the creek behind the chapel. . . . What are you doing here, anyway? I suppose you are acting orderly to poor Colonel Arran? How splendidly the Lancers have behaved! . . . And those darling Zouaves!--oh, we are just bursting with pride over our Zou-zous----"