“I’ll do him the justice to say he did tell me he had escorted such a one.”
“What did he say of her?”
“Nothing, good or bad.”
“But that’s very suspicious.”
“So it is.”
“Pray who is Miss Perdita Brown?” asked Onslow.
“She’s a daughter of—of—why, of Mr. Brown, of course. He lives in St. Louis.”
“Is she a good Secessionist?”
“On the contrary, she’s a desperate little Abolitionist.”
“Look at Charles!” said Onslow. “He’s enamored already. I’m sorry she isn’t secesh.”