"Then - I will write once, to let you know how it is."

He stood still, reading my face, until it was a little hard to
bear, and my eyes went down.

"Suppose your father and mother - suppose they are obdurate,
Daisy, and will not have me, being a Northern man and in the
Government service?"

What then? I could not say.

"Suppose it, Daisy."

"Well, Christian?" I said, raising my eyes to his face.

"What will you do?"

"You know, Christian, I _must_ obey my father and mother."

"Even as I my other duty. Well, we are both soldiers. But what
would you do, Daisy?"

"Do? -" I repeated.

"Yes," he said very gravely, and with a certain determination
to have the answer.

"I should do nothing, Christian. I should be just the same."
But I believe my cheeks must have answered for me, for I felt
them grow pale.