It was not till I got home that I thought this, however. I had no time for private reflections till then. When we reached home, Mrs. Sandford was in a talkative mood; the doctor very silent.
"And what do you think of General Scott, Daisy? you have not seen him before."
"I do not know," I said. "I did not hear him, talk."
"You have not heard Mr. Lincoln talk, have you?"
"No, certainly not; not before to night."
"You know how you like him," Dr. Sandford said pointedly.
"Yes."
"My dear, you made him the most beautiful reverence that I ever knew a woman could make; grace and homage in perfection; but there was something else in it, Daisy, something more; something most exquisitely expressed. What was it, Grant?"
"You ought to know," said the doctor, with a grim smile.
"I do, I suppose, only I cannot tell the word for it. Daisy, have you ever seen the President before?"