You are a woman.

As a patriot we love you, but you are a woman, and we would not rob you of your life.

You are young.

You did not love old St.Auban, who took you from your American mother.

You did not love him--but you will love some other--some young, strong man.
Many have sought your hand, my dear." "You call me a lost child, General?
Ah, you remember the term! At many battles there is what is known as the forlorn hope--those whom the French call _Les enfants perdus_--The Lost Children.