"I mean, you are a true Northerner? you do not sympathise with
the South?"

"I do not think they are in the right, Daisy; and I cannot say
I wish they should succeed. It is very natural that you should
wish it."

"I do not," I said. "I wish the right to succeed."

"I believe you do, or you would not be Daisy. But, with a
woman, - excuse me, - the right is where her heart is."

Dr. Sandford touched so much more than he knew in this speech,
I felt my cheek grow hot. I thought at the same time that he
was speaking with the intent to find out more than he knew. I
was silent and kept my face turned from him.

"You do not plead guilty," he went on.

"The charge is not guilt, but weakness," I said coolly.

"Weakness!" said the doctor. "Not at all. It is a woman's
strength."

"To be misled by her feelings?"

"No; to be _led_ by them. Her feelings tell her where the right
is - generally. You are Daisy; but a woman, and therefore
perhaps no exception. Or _are_ you an exception? How is it,
Daisy?"