"And you mean to tell me that she didn't help you--that she didn't sell me--your wife--to you for--for what was it?
A look--a kiss!" "I mean to say that she did not know the signal was changed, and that she herself restored it to its place.

It is no fault of hers nor yours that I am not here a prisoner." She passed her thin hand dazedly across her forehead.
"I see," she muttered.

Then again bursting out passionately, she said--"Fool! you never would have been touched! Do you think that Lee would have gone for you, with higher game in your division commander?
No! Those supports were a feint to draw him to your assistance while our main column broke his centre.

Yes, you may stare at me, Clarence Brant.
You are a good lawyer--they say a dashing fighter, too.

I never thought you a coward, even in your irresolution; but you are fighting with men drilled in the art of war and strategy when you were a boy outcast on the plains." She stopped, closed her eyes, and then added, wearily--"But that was yesterday--to-day, who knows?
All may be changed.