"
The slight flush that came to Brant's cheek quickly passed. And there
was only the unmistakable sparkle of renewed youth in his frank eyes as
he said--
"Let me go to the front again, Mr. President, and I care not HOW."
The President smiled, and, laying his heavy hand on Brant's shoulder,
pushed him gently towards the door of the inner room.
"I was only about to say," he added, as he opened the door, "that
it would be necessary for you to rejoin your promoted commander as
a major-general. And," he continued, lifting his voice, as he gently
pushed his guest into the room, "he hasn't even thanked me for it, Miss
Faulkner!"
The door closed behind him, and he stood for a moment dazed, and still
hearing the distant voice of the President, in the room he had just
quitted, now welcoming a new visitor. But the room before him, opening
into a conservatory, was empty, save for a single figure that turned,
half timidly, half mischievously, towards him. The same quick,
sympathetic glance was in both their faces; the same timid, happy look
in both their eyes. He moved quickly to her side.
"Then you knew that--that--woman was my wife?" he said, hurriedly, as he
grasped her hand.
She cast a half-appealing look at his face--a half-frightened one around
the room and at the open door beyond.
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