"Daisy understands," she said.
"Indeed I do not, mamma."
"Not the good Samaritan's part, of course. That has come since you were away. But you knew once that a Northern Blue-coat had been pierced by the fire of your eyes?"
"Mamma," I said, - "if you put it so, I have known it of more than one."
"Imagine it!" said mamma, with an indescribable gesture of lip, which yet was gracefully slight.
"Imagine what?" said papa.
"One of those canaille venturing to look at Daisy!"
"My dear," said papa, "pray do not fail to remember, that we have passed a large portion of our life among those whom you denominate canaille, and who always were permitted the privilege of looking at us all. I do not recollect that we felt it any derogation from anything that belonged to us."
"Did you let him look at you, Daisy?" mamma said, lifting her own eyes up to me. "It was cruel of you."
"Your friend Miss St. Clair, is here, Daisy," my aunt Gary said.