Yes, there was her glorious outline thrown side wise
upon the glass. He hastened and threw open the door, bending low at the
same instant, and extending his hand.
She extended hers also, but not to take his. With a calm dexterity that
took the General's breath, she reached between him and the door, and
closed it.
"What is the matter?" anxiously asked the General--for her face, in
spite of its smile, was severe.
"General," she began, ignoring his inquiry--and, with all her Creole
bows, smiles, and insinuating phrases, the severity of her countenance
but partially waned--"I came to see my physician--your son. Ah! General,
when I find you reconciled to your son, it makes me think I am in
heaven. You will let me say so? You will not be offended with the old
playmate of your son?"
She gave him no time to answer.
"He is out, I think, is he not? But I am glad of it. It gives us
occasion to rejoice together over his many merits. For you know,
General, in all the years of your estrangement, Mossy had no friend like
myself.
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