She was incorrigible.
They walked on for a few moments in silence.
"You said," she began at last, in a gentler and even hesitating voice, "that your wife was a Southern woman." He checked an irritated start with difficulty.
"I believe I did," he said coldly, as if he regretted it.
"And of course you taught her YOUR gospel,--the gospel according to St.Lincoln.Oh, I know," she went on hurriedly, as if conscious of his irritation and seeking to allay it.

"She was a woman and loved you, and thought with your thoughts and saw only with your eyes.

Yes, that's the way with us,--I suppose we all do it!" she added bitterly.
"She had her own opinions," said Brant briefly, as he recovered himself.
Nevertheless, his manner so decidedly closed all further discussion that there was nothing left for the young girl but silence.

But it was broken by her in a few moments in her old contemptuous voice and manner.
"Pray don't trouble yourself to accompany me any further, General Brant.
Unless, of course, you are afraid I may come across some of your--your soldiers.

I promise you I won't eat them." "I am afraid you must suffer my company a little longer, Miss Faulkner, on account of those same soldiers," returned Brant gravely.