"Since you have told me about his son," said Mrs. Bodine, "I won't avail myself of the privilege of freeing my mind to-night, even if it will be my last chance, that is when you are present. After all, why should I berate him? In one aspect he is to me a sort of ogre representing all that is harsh, intolerant and cruel, rejoicing in his power to drain the life-blood of a conquered and impoverished people; yet he rose before me as you spoke as a heartbroken father, warped and made unnatural by pain, haunted by the ghost of his son whom his arms cannot embrace. Sometimes when thinking alone, the people of the world seem like a lot of squabbling children, with only degrees of badness and goodness between them. Children make no allowances for each other. It is like or dislike, quick and manifested. It is well there is a Heavenly Father over all who may lead one and all of us 'to make up' some day. I tell you what it is, Hugh, we may all have to shake hands in Heaven." "Like enough, Cousin Sophy. In matters pertaining to Heaven you are a better authority than I am." "For very good reason. Heaven is nearest those who feel its need most. You may think I am a queer Christian, and I sometimes think so myself--hating some people as near as I dare, and calling old Houghton a wretch. Don't I know about his heartache? Who better than I? God knows I would give his son back to him if I could. God knows I can almost swear at him; He knows also that if he were brought into this house wounded I'd nurse him with my feeble hand as I would you, Cousin Hugh, but I would be apt to say when he got well (and here came in her little chirping laugh), 'Good sir, I have not the slightest objection to your going back to Massachusetts, bag and baggage.' By the way, he has another son who has not been much in Charleston--being educated at the North, they say. He must be a grown man now. I was told that when here last he resented the fact bitterly that there was some society in town which he could not enter." "I reckon not," remarked Mrs. Hunter, grimly, and then followed some desultory conversation between the two elder ladies. As was frequently his custom--in common with men whose past is more than their future promises to be--the captain had lapsed into a train of thought which took him far away from present surroundings. He was roused by Mrs. Hunter's preparations for departure, and looking suddenly at Mara, saw that her eyes were filled with tears. He was at her side instantly, and, taking her hand, asked gently, "What troubles you, my child?" With bowed head she replied: "I understand you, Captain Bodine; your words have made everything clear to me." He still held her hand and thought a moment. "About Ella's coming to you?" he asked. "Yes, I'm not one of the Egyptians, but I'd so set my heart on it." "Because of _your_ need, not Ella's?" again the captain queried, while his grasp on her hand tightened.