“I perceive you are a Southern lady, and therefore I need not remind you that it is not considered good form to treat even the slaves of those one does not like uncivilly, and I must, therefore, ask you to keep your active animosity for myself.”
The young girl lifted her eyes. She had evidently not expected to meet a man so young, so handsome, so refined, and so coldly invincible in manner. Still less was she prepared for that kind of antagonism. In keeping up her preconcerted attitude towards the “Northern hireling,” she had been met with official brusqueness, contemptuous silence, or aggrieved indignation,—but nothing so exasperating as this. She even fancied that this elegant but sardonic-looking soldier was mocking her. She bit her red lip, but, with a scornful gesture of her riding-whip, said,—
“I reckon that your knowledge of Southern ladies is, for certain reasons, not very extensive.”
“Pardon me; I have had the honor of marrying one.”
Apparently more exasperated than before, she turned upon him abruptly.
“You say my pass is all right. Then I presume I may attend to the business that brought me here.”
“Certainly; but you will forgive me if I imagined that an expression of contempt for your hosts was a part of it.”
He rang a bell on the table. It was responded to by an orderly.
“Send all the household servants here.”
The room was presently filled with the dusky faces of the negro retainers. Here and there was the gleaming of white teeth, but a majority of the assembly wore the true negro serious acceptance of the importance of “an occasion.” One or two even affected an official and soldierly bearing. And, as he fully expected, there were several glances of significant recognition of the stranger.