He saw at once that there was
some matter in his sister's heart that was better to remain her own
property, and so, with a kiss, he said no more, but sat down at the
window and looked off upon the brilliant afternoon effect of the sun
and the light land breeze upon the water. Neither spoke for many
minutes, until at last Ruez, still looking off upon the waters of
the outer harbor, or Gulf Stream, said:
"I wonder where General Bezan keeps himself when off duty?"
"Why, brother?"
"Because I have called there twice, and have not seen him yet."
"Twice!"
"Yes."
"You know it is but a very few days since he arrived here, brother
Ruez, and he must be very busy."
"Probably," answered Ruez, stealing a glance towards his sister.
"His present duty must engage a large portion of his time, I
suppose."
"O, yes," said the boy, laughing, "just about one quarter as much of
his time as was demanded of him when he was a lieutenant in General
Harero's division."
"By-the-by, Ruez, they say the general is very ill of some chance
wounds."
"The general deserves all he got, beyond a doubt, and there is
little fear but that he will recover fast enough. He's not one of
the sort that die easily.
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