“I received a glorious little scratch on my left side and he suffered an equally glorious little puncture in his right arm. The seconds declared enough. Then we fell into the arms of each other and became friends for life. A year later I went back to New Orleans, and I was the best man at the wedding of Gerard and Flora, one of the happiest and handsomest pairs I ever saw, God bless ’em. Their third son, Julien, is in a regiment in the command of Longstreet, and when I look at him I see both his father and his mother, at whose wedding I danced again for a whole day and night. But now, Leonidas, I fear that my knees are growing a little stiff, and think of our age, Leonidas!”
“Age! age! Hector Lucien Philip Etienne St. Hilaire, how dare you talk of age! Your years are exactly the same as mine, and I can outride, outwalk, outdance, and, if need be, make love better than any of these young cubs who are with us. I am astonished at you, Hector! Why, it’s been only a few years since you and I were boys. We’ve scarcely entered the prime of life, and we’ll show ’em at Jeb Stuart’s ball!”
“That’s so, Leonidas, and you do well to rebuke me,” and Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St. Hilaire puffed out his chest-he was, in fact, a fine figure of a man. “We’ll go to Jeb Stuart’s ball, as you say, and in the presence of the Virginia fair show everybody what real men are.”
“And we’ll be glad to see you do it, Colonel,” said Sherburne.
The dancing had not yet begun, but as they entered the grounds the Acadian band swung into the air of the Marseillaise, playing the grand old Revolutionary tune with all the spirit and fervor with which Frenchmen must have first played and sung it. Then it swung into the soul-stirring march of Dixie, and a wild shout, which was partly feminine, came from the house.
The two colonels had walked on ahead, leaving the young officers together. Langdon caught sight of a figure standing before an open door, with a fire blazing in a large fireplace serving as a red background. That background was indeed so brilliant that every external detail of the figure could be seen. Langdon, stopping, pulled hard on the arms of Harry and Sherburne.
“Halt all!” he said, “and tell me if in very truth I see what I see!”
“Go on!” said St. Clair.
“Item No. one, a pink dress of some gauzy, filmy stuff, with ruffle after ruffle around the skirt.”
“Correct.”
“Item No. two, a pink slipper made of silk, perchance, with the toe of it just showing beyond the hem of the skirt.”
“You observe well, my lord.”
“Item three, a fair and slim white hand, and a round and beautiful wrist.”
“Correct. Again thou observest well, Sir Launcelot.”
“Item four, a rosy young face which the firelight makes more rosy, and a crown of golden hair, which this same firelight turns to deeper gold.”
“Correct, ye Squire of Fair Ladies; and now, lead on!”
They entered the great house and found it already filled with officers and women, most of whom were young. The visitors had brought with them the best supplies that the farms could furnish, turkeys, chickens, hams, late fruits well preserved, and, above all, that hero-worship with which they favored their champions. To these girls and their older sisters the young officers who had taken part in so many great battles were like the knights of old, splendid and invincible.
There was no warning note in all that joyous scene, although a hostile army of one hundred and thirty-five thousand men and four hundred guns lay on the other side of the river which flowed almost at their feet. It seemed to Harry afterward that they danced in the very face of death, caring nothing for what the dawn might bring.
Stuart was in great feather. In his finest apparel he was the very life and soul of the ball, and these people forgot for a while the desolation into which war was turning their country. The Virginia band and the Acadians carried on an intense but friendly rivalry, playing with all the spirit and vigor of men who were anxious to please. It was a joy to Harry when he was not dancing to watch them, especially the Acadians, whose faces glowed as the dancers and their own bodies swayed to the music they were making.