"In my country it was not customary for gentlemen to tell ladies when they met for the first time that it was 'like a strain of forgotten music'-- not the first time." And in spite of herself she now laughed freely, feeling her feminine advantage and somewhat exulting in spite of herself to see that even here upon the frontier there was opportunity for the employment of woman's ancient craft.
"Music never forgotten, then!" said Franklin impetuously.

"This is at least not the first time we have met." In any ordinary duel of small talk this had not been so bad an attack, yet now the results were something which neither could have foreseen.

To the mind of the girl the words were shocking, rude, brutal.

They brought up again the whole scene of the battlefield.

They recalled a music which was indeed not forgotten--the music of that procession which walked across the heart of Louisburg on that far-off fatal day.