"You like to look at armour, Daisy," he said.
She made no answer.
"Are you still in the mind to 'die on the field of battle?'"
He guessed the question would touch her, but curiosity got the better of
sympathy with him. He was not prepared for the wistful, searching look
that Daisy gave him instantly, nor for the indescribable tenderness and
sorrow that mingled in it. As before, she did not answer.
"Forgive me, Daisy," said the Captain involuntarily "You know you told
me you were a soldier."
Daisy's heart was very tender, and she had been living all the morning
in that peculiar nearness to Christ which those know who suffer for him.
She looked at the Captain, and burst into tears.
"You told me you were a soldier--" he repeated, not quite knowing what
to say.
"O Capt. Drummond!" said Daisy weeping,--"I wish you were!"
It stung the Captain. He knew what she meant. But he quietly asked her
why?
"Because then," said Daisy, "you would know Jesus; and I want you to be
happy."
"Why Daisy," said Capt. Drummond, though his conscience smote him,--"you
don't seem to me very happy lately.
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