"I think more of her guardian," said the doctor somewhat
dryly.

"How soon are you going to send Daisy to Europe?"

"According to orders, just as soon as I can satisfy myself
with a good opportunity. I wish you would go."

"Meanwhile, it is a very good thing that she should come here.
It will keep her from _ennui_ at least. Washington is alive,
that is one thing; and Daisy, my dear, we may mount muskets
yet. Come, let us go and get a good night's sleep while that
is possible."

I was glad to be alone. I took off my dusty travelling dress,
refreshed myself with a bath, put on a wrapper, and sat down
to think.

I found my heart was beating in a way that showed some mental
fever. What was I about? what was I going to do? I asked
myself.

I sat with my head in my hands. Then I got up and walked the
floor. I found that I was determined to see Mr. Thorold, and
to see him as soon as possible. Yet I had no certain means of
communicating with him. My determination was a vague
determination, but it sprung from the necessity of the case. I
must see Mr. Thorold. Both of us in Washington for a little
while now, no foresight could tell when again we might be near
each other. It might well be never. I would see him. Then came