It was thoroughly grave.
"What are you going to do, Mr. Thorold?" I asked.
"Do you remember a talk we had down on Flirtation walk one day
last summer, when you asked me about possible political
movements at the South, and I asked you what you would do?"
"Yes," I said, my heart sinking.
"The time has come," he said, facing round upon me.
"And you —"
"I shall be on my way to Washington in a few days. Men are
wanted now — all the men that have any knowledge to be useful.
I may not be very useful. But I am going to try."
"I thought," — it was not quite easy to speak, for I was
struggling with something which threatened to roughen my
voice, — "I thought, you did not graduate till June?"
"Not regularly; not usually; but things are extraordinary this
year. We graduate and go on to Washington at once."
I believe we were all silent a few minutes.
"Daisy," said Miss Cardigan, "you have nobody that is dear to
_you_, likely to be engaged in the fray — if there is one?"
"I don't know, —" I said, rather faintly.
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