“It was very kind of you--to come,” said Courtland hesitatingly, as with a strong effort he drew his eyes away from the fascinating vision, and regained a certain cold composure, “but I am afraid my illness has been greatly magnified. I really am quite well enough to be up and about my business, if the doctor would permit it. But I shall certainly manage to attend to my duty to-morrow, and I hope to be at your service. “Meaning that yo' don't care to see me NOW, co'nnle,” she said lightly, with a faint twinkle in her wise, sweet eyes. “I thought of that, but as my business wouldn't wait, I brought it to yo'.” She took from the folds of her gown a letter. To his utter amazement it was the one he had given his overseer to post to the commandant that morning. To his greater indignation the seal was broken. “Who has dared?” he demanded, half rising. Her little hand was thrust out half deprecatingly. “No one yo' can fight, co'nnle; only ME. I don't generally open other folks' letters, and I wouldn't have done it for MYSELF; I did for yo'.” “For me?” “For yo'. I reckoned what yo' MIGHT do, and I told Sam to bring ME the letters first. I didn't mind what yo' wrote to the company--for they'll take care of yo', and their own eggs are all in the same basket. I didn't open THAT one, but I did THIS when I saw the address. It was as I expected, and yo' 'd given yo'self away! For if yo' had those soldiers down here, yo' 'd have a row, sure! Don't move, co'nnle, YO' may not care for that, it's in YO'R line. But folks will say that the soldiers weren't sent to prevent RIOTING, but that Co'nnle Courtland was using his old comrades to keep order on his property at Gov'ment expense. Hol' on! Hol' on! co'nnle,” said the little figure, rising and waving its pretty arms with a mischievous simulation of terrified deprecation. “Don't shoot! Of course yo' didn't mean THAT, but that's about the way that So'th'n men will put it to yo'r Gov'ment. For,” she continued, more gently, yet with the shrewdest twinkle in her gray eyes, “if yo' really thought the niggers might need Federal protection, yo' 'd have let ME write to the commandant to send an escort--not to YO, but to CATO--that HE might be able to come back in safety. Yo' 'd have had yo'r soldiers; I'd have had back my nigger, which”--demurely--“yo' don't seem to worry yo'self much about, co'nnle; and there isn't a So'th'n man would have objected. But,” still more demurely, and affectedly smoothing out her crisp skirt with her little hands, “yo' haven't been troubling me much with yo'r counsel lately.”