Nothing of this was lost on him.

He stepped quickly to her, grasped both her hands in his, and said, "Laura, stop! think! Suppose I loved you yet! Suppose I hated my fate! What can I do?
I am broken by the war.

I have lost everything almost.
I had as lief be dead and done with it." The Colonel spoke with a low remembered voice that thrilled through Laura.

He was looking into her eyes as he had looked in those old days, when no birds of all those that sang in the groves where they walked sang a note of warning.

He was wounded.