What do you suppose his age to be ?" My mind reverted to that expressionless face without a wrinkle in it, to that totally bald head, and my answer was the merest guess.
"Oh, possibly fifty." "I told you you were far from knowing Peter," she laughed.

"He is seventy-two, and, would you believe it, until this war came, was never ten miles from this spot." "And since ?" recalling the events of the night before.
"He has made it his duty to attend me; he has become my shadow.

From the humdrum experience of a respectable house servant he has become the very spirit of reckless adventure--he has journeyed to New York, to Trenton, to Philadelphia, to--" "Night riding with Hessian foragers," I broke in, "disguised in a Ranger's uniform." "Well, yes," she dimpled quietly, "even that." I waited for something more, some explanation of what all this concealed.
"You trust me with so much," I ventured, when she continued silent, "it would seem as if you might tell me even more." "I cannot perceive whereby any further confession would serve you.

Yet I have not refused to answer any question, surely.

It is hardly safe for us to remain here so long, and yet if there be something you wish to ask--" "You could scarcely expect me to be entirely without curiosity.