"But, certainly;" said the son; "see, Clarisse, here is Madame, your aunt, asking us all into the house. Let us go."
The group passed out into the Rue Royale, Dr. Mossy shutting the door behind them. The sky was blue, the air was soft and balmy, and on the sweet south breeze, to which the old General bared his grateful brow, floated a ravishing odor of—
"Ah! what is it?" the veteran asked of the younger pair, seeing the little aunt glance at them with a playful smile.
Madame Délicieuse for almost the first time in her life, and Dr. Mossy for the thousandth—blushed.
It was the odor of orange-blossoms.
End of Project Gutenberg's Old Creole Days, by George Washington Cable