By some chance our eyes met, and, with a quick glance back at the house, he stopped suddenly.
"Galesworth," he said quietly, his glance searching my face, "I do not wish you to have any misunderstanding about my exact position in this affair.

The war is not personal with me.

We differ politically, and I am as loyal to the South as any one, and you wear the Blue with just as much honor as I wear the Gray.

But when it comes to men I stand with the one I believe to be nearest right.

Le Gaire forced this quarrel on you deliberately; he was threatening to do it before you came in.