But the change was more than this. A second and quieter look, the hand-grasp lingering, showed something deeper; something that wove and tangled itself through and about all designs, toils, and vigils, and suddenly looking out of his eyes like a starved captive, cried, "you--you--" and prophesied that, whether they would or not, this war was to be his and hers together. A responding thrill must have run from her fingers into his and belied the unaccountable restraint of her welcome, for a joy shone from him which it took her ignoring smile and her hand's withdrawal to quench. "Miss Anna--" They sat down. His earlier boyishness came again somewhat, but only somewhat, as he dropped his elbows to his knees, looking now into his cap and now into her face. A glance behind her had assured Anna that there was no shadow on the screen, behind which sat Flora on the carpet, at graceful ease listening while she eagerly appraised the jewels in her hands and lap. "Miss Anna," said the soldier again, "I've come--I've come to tell you something. It's mighty hard to tell. It's harder than I thought it would be. For, honestly, Miss Anna, you--from the first time I ever saw you, you--you--Were you going to speak?" Behind the screen Flora smiled malignly while Anna said, "No, I--I was only--no, not at all; go on." "Yes, Miss Anna, from the first time I--" "When did you get back from Mobile?" asked Anna seeing he must be headed off. "From Mobile? Just now, almost. You don't sup--" "Oh! I hope"--she must head him off again--"I hope you bring good news?" There was risk in the question, but where was there safety? At her back the concealed listener waited keenly for the reply. "Yes," said Hilary, "news the very best and hardly an hour old. Didn't you hear the battery cheering? That's what I've come to tell you. Though it's hard to tell, for I--" "It's from Mobile, you say?" "No, I can tell you the Mobile news first, but it's bad. Miss Flora's home--" Anna gave a start and with a hand half upthrown said quietly, "Don't tell me. No, please, don't, I don't want to hear it. I can't explain, but I--I--" Tears wet her lashes, and her hands strove with each other. "I don't like bad news. You should have taken it straight to Flora. Oh, I wish you'd do that now, won't you--please?" Behind the screen the hidden one stiffened where she crouched with fierce brow and fixed eyes. Kincaid spoke: "Would you have me pass you by with my good news to go first to her with the bad?" "Oh, Captain Kincaid, yes, yes! Do it yet. Go, do it now. And tell her the good news too!" "Tell her the good first and then stab her with the bad?" "Oh, tell her the bad first. Do her that honor. She has earned it. She'll bear the worst like the heroine she is--the heroine and patriot. She's bearing it so now!" "What! she knows already?"