"
"True," returned the other, drily; "but it's just a little difficult to
keep these things in mind under present circumstances. By the way,
Allison, have you a sister who married a Mr. Horace Dinsmore?"
"Yes, do you know Rose?" asked Harold, in some surprise.
"I was once a guest at the Oaks for a fortnight or so, at the time of the
marriage of Miss Elsie, Mr. Dinsmore's daughter, to a Mr. Travilla."
Harold's face grew a shade paler, but his tones were calm and quiet.
"Indeed! and may I ask your name?"
"Harry Duncan, at your service," returned the other, with a bow and smile.
"I met your three brothers there, also your sisters, Mrs. Carrington and
Miss May Allison."
The color deepened slightly on Harry's cheek as he pronounced the last
name. The pretty face, graceful form, charming manners, and sprightly
conversation of the young lady were still fresh in his memory. Having
enjoyed the hospitalities of Andersonville for but a few days, he was in
better condition, as to health and clothing, than the rest of the group,
who had been there for months.
"Harry Duncan!" exclaimed Harold, offering his hand, which the other took
in a cordial grasp and shook heartily, "yes, I know; I have heard of you
and your aunt, Miss Stanhope. I feel as if I'd found a brother.
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