me, and brings it to the surface. And
when I protest, she laughs and insists that I don't know myself. That
I am a sort of Dr. Jekyll, with the Mr. Hyde part of me asleep--"

"And you let her scare you like that?"

He nodded. "Every man has a weak spot, and mine is wanting the world
to think well of me."

"Think well of yourself. What would Jean say if she heard you talking
like this?"

"Jean?" she was startled by the breaking up of his face into deep lines
of trouble. "Do you know what she is doing, Drusilla? She is staying
in that great old house playing daughter to the General."

"Marion says the General's affection for her is touching--he doesn't
want her out of his sight."

"And because he doesn't want her out of his sight, she must stay a
prisoner. I say that he hasn't done anything to deserve such devotion,
Drusilla. He hasn't done anything to deserve it."

"You are jealous."

"No. It isn't that. Though I'll confess that something pulls at my
heart when I think of it--. But I want her to be happy."

"I think she is happy. Life is giving her the hard things--but you and
I would not be without the--hard things; we have reached out our hands
for them, because the world needs us. Are you going to deny your
daughter that?"

"Oh, I suppose not. But I hate it. Women ought to be
happy--care-free, not shut up in sick rooms or running around in the
rain."

"Oh, you men, how little you know what makes a woman happy." She
stopped, and half rose from her chair. "Captain Hewes is coming."

"I don't know that I am glad, Drusilla," the Doctor turned to survey
the beaming officer, "for now you won't have eyes or ears for me."

But she was glad.

While the Captain held her hand in his as if he would never let her go,
she told him about being fluted and starched. "I don't look as
dishevelled as I did the other day."

"You looked beautiful the other day," he assured her with fervor, "but
this is better, because you are rested and some of the sadness has gone
out of your eyes."

Dr. McKenzie watched them enviously, "I realize," he reminded them,
"that I am the fifth wheel, or any other superfluous thing, but you
can't get rid of me. I am homesick--somebody's got to cheer me up."

"We don't want to get rid of you," Drusilla told him, smiling.

But he knew that her loveliness was all for the Captain. She was
lighted up by the presence of her betrothed, made exquisite, softer,
more womanly. L