Whom he had banished! Whom he had forgotten! Whom he had never known! Who had ever been in his life a vague, delicious mystery! The young woman rose, and stood out a pace or two from the shadows.
Her hand rested upon the arm of the elder lady.

She turned her face toward Franklin.

He felt her gaze take in the uniform of blue, felt the stroke of mental dislike for the uniform--a dislike which he knew existed, but which he could not fathom.

He saw the girl turn more fully toward him, saw upon her face a querying wonder, like that which he had known in his own dreams! With a strange, half-shivering gesture the girl advanced half a step and laid her head almost upon the shoulder of the elder woman, standing thus for one moment, the arms of the two unconsciously entwined, as is sometimes the way with women.
Franklin approached rudeness as he looked at this attitude of the two, still puzzling, still seeking to solve this troubling problem of the past.
There came a shift in the music.

The air swept from the merry tune into the minor from which the negro is never musically free.