Louise, listening, forgot her beads. The Admiral blew his nose and wiped his eyes. Becky felt herself engulfed by a wave of surging memories.
"That's corking stuff, do you know it?" Archibald was asking.
Louise asked, "How old is he?"
"Twenty-three."
"He is young to have learned all that——"
"All what, Louise?" Archibald asked.
"Renunciation," said Louise, slowly, "that's what it is in the final analysis," she went back to her beads and her green bag.
"Randy ought to do great things," said Becky; "the men of his family have all done great things, haven't they, Grandfather?"
"Randolph blood is Randolph blood," said the Admiral; "fine old Southerners; proud old stock."