"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.
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