The heavy curtain draping the window was drawn aside, permitting the light from within to flash upon them, revealing the figure of a man in uniform.
"Pardon my interruption," he explained, bowing, "but you were gone so long, Mrs. Dupont, I feared some accident."
She laughed lightly.
"You are very excusable. No doubt I have been here longer than I supposed."
The officer's eyes surveyed the soldier standing erect, his hand lifted in salute. The situation puzzled him.
"Sergeant Hamlin, how are you here? On leave?"
"Yes, sir."
"Of course this is rather unusual, Captain Barrett," said the lady hastily, tapping the astonished officer lightly with her fan, "but I was once quite well acquainted with Sergeant Hamlin when he was a major of the Fourth Texas Infantry during the late war. He and my husband were intimates. Naturally I was delighted to meet with him again."
The Captain stared at the man's rigid figure.
"Good Lord, I never knew that, Hamlin," he exclaimed. "Glad to know it, my man. You see," he explained lamely, "we get all kinds of fellows in the ranks, and are not interested in their past history. I 've had Hamlin under my command for two years now, and hanged if I knew anything about him, except that he was a good soldier. Were you ready to go, Mrs. Dupont?"
"Oh, yes; we have exhausted all our reminiscences. Good-bye, Sergeant; so glad to have met you again."
She extended her ungloved hand, a single diamond glittering in the light. He accepted it silently, aware of the slight pressure of her fingers. Then the Captain assisted her through the window, and the falling curtain veiled them from view.