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In November, 1862, General Grant started with an army from Grand Junction, intending to approach Vicksburg by the way of the Yazoo River and attack it in the rear. But General Van Dorn captured Holly Springs, his depot of supplies, and the project was abandoned. The narration, with any approach to completeness, of the story of the campaign against Vicksburg would require a volume.
As with one impulse both women turned and peered through a green maze of trees and bushes at Samson Rawdy, several yards distant. "Can you see him?" whispered Mrs. Lee. "Yes. I think he's asleep. He is sitting with his head all bent over." "He is not looking?" "No." Mrs. Lee and Mrs. Van Dorn regarded each other.
Lenore slowly stepped to that shadowed spot beyond the curtains where she had told her love to Dorn; and there she stood, praying and fighting for strength to let him go, for power to conceal her pain. The one great thing she could do was to show him that she would not stand in the way of his duty to himself.
As soon as they closed their cabin door my comrades emerged from the gloom; they had caught the horses and were waiting for a clear coast again. We remounted the cargo on the pack horse and got under way, and as day broke we reached the "divide" and joined Van Dorn.
"I am so glad to find you in," said Mrs. Van Dorn. "I was telling Mrs. Van Dorn that I was so afraid you would be out, it is such a lovely day," said Mrs. Lee. "I am so glad I was in," responded Mrs. Morris, with effusion. "I should have been so disappointed to miss your call." Then the ladies seated themselves, and the conversation went on. Overhead the maid could be heard heavily tramping.
I called him to me, and he crossed over, but soon returned and resumed his place, and sat there waiting still. After a considerable time the door opened, and Monsieur Dorn and Lil emerged together. I looked up at that moment, and saw Lil make a savage dart at her too-persistent worshipper. Monsieur Dorn beat them apart, but Schwartz had attempted no resistance.
He bowed whimsically and passed out. Dorn laid aside his book and approached the divan. In the week since their return from Weimar he had become interested in the moody, dynamic young creature. The fact that she had resisted the expert persuasions of the Baron a subject on which the nobleman had discoursed piquantly on their ride to Berlin had appealed to him.
"He's a good writer, an artist," he thought, hearing him talking to Edwards, one of the editors. "He talks like a lover arguing patiently and gently with his own thoughts." After that they had walked and eaten together. The idea of Warren Lockwood being a lover grew upon Dorn.
Van Dorn eyed the bronzes with outward respect, but she did not admire them. Banbridge ladies, as a rule, unless they posed, did not admire bronzes. She also viewed with some disapproval a number of exquisite little Chinese ivory carvings on the whatnot. "Those are theirs," said she.
Winters and his son were in a close consultation. The third man was busily engaged in looking at some ores, his back towards the door, while beside him stood Van Dorn, indifferently watching him.
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