CHAPTER XIX
It was late in October and ten at night, when Leila with her uncle was endeavouring to discover on one of the large maps, then so much in demand, the situation of the many small conflicts which local feeling brought about.
"It all wants a head—one head, Leila. Now it is here, there and everywhere, useless gain or loss—and no large scheme. John left Washington two weeks ago. You saw his letter?"
"No."
"Then I may have told you—I am sure I did. Damn it, Leila! I am so bothered. I did tell Ann, I suppose."
"Why, of course, Uncle Jim. I wish I could help you. Is it the mills?"
"Yes. Your little property, part of John's—your aunt's—are all in the family business. Ann says, 'What's the difference? Nothing matters now.' It isn't like her."
"I'm sure I don't care, Uncle Jim."
"Don't talk nonsense. In a month we shall know if we are bankrupt. I did not mean to trouble you. I did mean to tell you that to my relief John is out of Washington and ordered to report to General Grant at Cairo. See, dear, there is a pin marking it on the map."
"Do you know this General?"