"Must you really go to-morrow?" she asked.
"I am compelled to go," he replied, sadly. "I have already remained here
too long. I must start to-morrow night."
"I cannot tell you how sorry I am that you are going away," she said,
softly, extending her hand. He caught it up passionately.
"I must see you again!" he cried. "I can't go away until I do. It is hard
enough to leave even then. I won't ask you to come away from your father's
house to meet me, but you could be here, couldn't you?"
"When shall I come?" she asked, simply.
"The train leaves to-morrow night at twelve. Could you be here at eleven?"
"I will be here at eleven," she said; and then, with a brave attempt to
smile, she turned away. Just at that moment General Braxton rounded the
neighboring corner and came straight towards them.
In the hotel across the way the loungers leaning back in their
cane-bottomed chairs straightened up with keenest interest and delight.
Jule Chinn in the Blue-grass Club up-stairs, happening to glance out of the
window, turned his box over, and remarked that if any gentleman cared to
bet, he would lay any part of $5000 on Bill.
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