We can't banish her
again. But how can we with dignity even it with her, so she will
make no talk? If she likes, she can ruin us, because Carlisle
can't be kept silent, now he's out of the army. And he's crazy
over her, anyhow."
"So? I do not blame him."
"Yes. Therefore, since all of us have lacked wisdom in our own
camp, we'd e'en do well to take wisdom where we can find it."
They parted, the last speaker presently to hail the nearest
carriage. The driver a few moments later drew up at the front of a
spacious and dignified brick building, whose reserved look might
have pronounced it a private hotel or a club for gentlemen. The
visitor seemed known, the door swinging open for him.
[Illustration: They parted, the last speaker hailing a carriage.]
"Louis," said he to the attendant, "is Mr. ---- in?" He mentioned a
name which even then was well known in Washington.
"I think you will find him in the reading-room, Sir," was the
answer.
The inquirer passed to the right, entering a wide room with tables,
books, heavy chairs, discreetly shaded lamps.
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