It does not even interest me to know who shot Lieutenant Gaskins.
He is a vulgar little prig, only made possible by the possession of money.

However, when I decide to depart, I shall probably do so without consulting your pleasure." She hesitated, her voice softening as though in change of mood.

"Yet I should prefer parting with you in friendship.

In asking you to meet me to-night I had no intention of quarrelling; merely yielded to an impulse of regret for the past--" The heavy curtain draping the window was drawn aside, permitting the light from within to flash upon them, revealing the figure of a man in uniform.
"Pardon my interruption," he explained, bowing, "but you were gone so long, Mrs.Dupont, I feared some accident." She laughed lightly.
"You are very excusable.

No doubt I have been here longer than I supposed." The officer's eyes surveyed the soldier standing erect, his hand lifted in salute.