He bowed over her hand and spoke in the soft drawl of the Southern planter.
"Thank you, Madame. I'm greatly honored in having you greet me at the door."
"Colonel Lee is expecting you."
The planter drew himself up with a touch of pride and importance.
"Yes'm. I sent him word I would be here at three. I was detained in Washington. But I succeeded in convincing the editor of The Daily Globe that my mission was one of grave importance. I not only desire to wish Colonel Lee God-speed on his journey to West Point and congratulate him on the honor conferred on Virginia by his appointment to the command of our Cadets—but—"
He paused, smiled and glanced toward the portico, as if he were holding back an important secret.
Mrs. Lee hastened to put him at his ease.
"You can trust my discretion in any little surprise you may have for the
Colonel."
Ruffin bowed.
"I'm sure I can, Madame. I'm sure I can."