She sat up, still asleep, her straining throat whispering his name, her arms outstretched, blindly searching the darkness for him, until suddenly awake, she realised what she was doing, and dropped back among her pillows.
All that day the city was filled with rumours of a great battle fought in Virginia.

The morning's papers hailed it with triumphant head-lines and columns of praise and thanksgiving for a great victory won.

But at night the stunned city knew that Bull Run had been fought and lost, and the Confederacy was at the gates of Washington..