She was sobbing now, but her pride was gone.

She felt relieved, and did not even notice the presence of two or three other officers, who had entered the room, exchanged a few hurried words with their superior, and were gazing at her in astonishment.
The general's brow relaxed, and he smiled.

"Very well, Mrs.Bunker; it shall be as you like, then.

You shall go and meet your husband with Captain Jennings here,"-- indicating one of the officers,--"who will take charge of you and the party." "And," said Mrs.Bunker, looking imploringly through her wet but pretty lashes at the officer, "he won't say anything to Zephas, either ?" "Not a syllable," said Captain Jennings gravely.

"But while the tug is getting ready, general, hadn't Mrs.Bunker better go to Mrs.Flanigan ?" "I think not," said the general, with a significant look at the officer as he gallantly offered his arm to the astonished Mrs.Bunker, "if she will allow me the pleasure of taking her to my wife." There was an equally marked respect in the manner of the men and officers as Mrs.Bunker finally stepped on board the steam tug that was to convey the party across the turbulent bay.