He was fearful that she would kiss him; and, though he would have been under obligations to submit to the infliction, he was not sure that the operation would not cause him to faint. Fortunately for him, Sue was reasonable in her behavior; and he escaped cheaper than he expected, when he beheld the impetuous charge which the maiden made upon him. If he had really been Allan Garland, his reception would have been entirely proper, and highly creditable to the affectionate nature of the Virginia damsel. He was not the young gentleman from Alabama; and he felt as though he had been flanked on both sides, with no chance to beat off the enemy in front, or to run away in the rear. He was only a short distance from a line of rebel sentinels, and he did not consider it prudent to escape by taking to his legs. He did not wear his fighting socks at this time, and felt that it would be no disgrace to run away from such an enemy as that which confronted him. "I am very glad to see you, Allan," repeated Sue, as the wretched young man did not venture to use his tongue. "Thank you, thank you, Miss Raynes!" said he at last, when silence seemed even more dangerous than speech. "Miss Raynes! Dear me, Allan, how very formal and precise you are! You called me Sue in your letters." "Did I? Well, I didn't know it," replied Somers with a stroke of candor not to be expected under the circumstances. "Certainly you did. I don't think you ever mentioned such a person as Miss Raynes." "I am confident I didn't," added he with another touch of candor. "But I will always call you Sue hereafter, when I have occasion to speak to you." "Thank you, Allan! You begin to sound a little like yourself." Somers was very glad to hear it, but wished he had been five miles off, even if it had been in the very jaws of the Fourth Alabama. "You don't look a bit like your photograph," continued Sue, gazing with admiration at the face of the young man; for which those who ever saw Lieutenant Somers will cheerfully pardon her. "Do you think so?" "I'm sure you don't." "That's very strange. Everybody who has seen my photograph says it looks exactly like me." "I don't think so." "I gave one to a young lady of my acquaintance, who said it was perfect." "Indeed! Who was she?" "She is a young lady whom I have met only two or three times." "What is her name?" "Lilian Ashford." "What a pretty name!" said Sue, endeavoring to be magnanimous; though it was evident that she was troubled by the honest avowal of the young soldier. "Where does she live?" "She is at the North, now," answered Somers, who could not bear to tell a lie when there was no need of such a sacrifice.