And, when she saw he was asleep, she sat silent, hands nervously clasped above the Bible on her knee.
Then her lids closed for an instant as she recited a prayer for the man she loved, wherever he might be that moon-lit night.
A zouave, terribly wounded on Roanoke Island, began to fret; she rose and walked swiftly to him, and the big sunken eyes opened and he said, humbly: "I am sorry to inconvenience you, Mrs.Paige.

I'll try to keep quiet." "You foolish fellow, you don't inconvenience me.

What can I do for you ?" His gaze was wistful, but he said nothing, and she bent down tenderly, repeating her question.
A slight flush gathered under his gaunt cheek bones.

"I guess I'm just contrary," he muttered.

"Don't bother about me, ma'am." "You are thinking of your wife; talk to me about her, Neil." It was what he wanted; he could endure the bandages.