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These two were the last all the members of the club and their guests were already there, and despite the bond of fellowship and union among them many eyebrows were lifted and some asides were spoken as Mrs. Markham and Prescott arrived in this fashion. Lucia Catherwood was present Raymond had brought her but she took no notice, though her bearing was high and her colour brilliant.
Miss Charlotte Grayson was one of the gentlest of fine old maids, and her heart was soft within her. She remembered the long vigils of Prescott, his deep sympathy, the substantial help that he had given, and, at last, how, at the risk of his own career, he had helped Lucia Catherwood to escape from Richmond and danger.
"Who is it to be, Miss Catherwood or Miss Harley?" "Neither." "Neither?" "No; I am in bad grace with both. The lady whom I am to have the honour, the privilege, etc., of escorting is Mrs. Markham." Her face fell. "I am sorry to hear it," she said frankly. Prescott, for the first time since his childhood, felt some anger toward his mother. "Why not, mother?" he asked.
And then the house would be lighted from top to bottom, and Mr. Russell and Mr. Catherwood and Mr. Brinsmade came in for a long evening with Mr. Carvel over great bowls of apple toddy and egg-nog. And Virginia would have her own friends in the big parlor. That parlor was shut up now, and icy cold.
The little circle sparkled with laughter and jest. They undertook to taunt her, though with good humour, on her Northern sympathies, and she replied in like vein, meeting all their arguments and predicting the fall of Richmond. "Then, Miss Catherwood, we shall all come to you for a written protection," said Garvin. "Oh, I shall grant it," she said. "The Union will have nothing to fear from you."
The Secretary received him with a pleasant smile, made some slight remark about duty elsewhere and dropped easily away. Prescott waited until he was out of hearing before he said: "Do you like that man, Miss Catherwood?" "I do not know. Why?" "You were in such close and long conversation that you seemed to be old friends." "There were reasons for what we said."
A clatter and a cloud of dust by the market place, an ecstasy of cheers running in waves the length of the crowd. Make way for the dragoons! Here they come at last, four and four, the horses prancing and dancing and pointing quivering ears at the tossing sea of hats and parasols and ribbons. Maude Catherwood squeezes Virginia's arm.
A signal gun, she thought, and went on, unconsciously going where the strong young figure of Lucia Catherwood led the way. She heard presently another distant cannon shot, its solemn echoes rolling all around the horizon, but she paid no heed to it. Her mind was now for other things. An inky sky overhung the battlefield and all it held.
"The Northern army is not far from Richmond, but I fancy that it has a long journey before it, nevertheless," said Prescott darkly. Then he was provoked with himself because he had made such a retort to a woman. "It is not well to grow angry about the war now," said Miss Catherwood. "Many of us realize this; I do, I know."
These structures, as reproduced in engravings by Stephens and Catherwood, may well excite surprise and admiration for the taste, skill, and industry they display, and the degree of progress they reveal.
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