Daisy in the Field Part 5
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"But _you_ are true?" I exclaimed.
"True!" said the doctor, smiling. "True to what? I hope I am true."
"I mean, you are a true Northerner? you do not sympathise with the South?"
"I do not think they are in the right, Daisy; and I cannot say I wish they should succeed. It is very natural that you should wish it."
"I do not," I said. "I wish the right to succeed."
"I believe you do, or you would not be Daisy. But, with a woman, - excuse me, - the right is where her heart is."
Dr. Sandford touched so much more than he knew in this speech, I felt my cheek grow hot. I thought at the same time that he was speaking with the intent to find out more than he knew. I was silent and kept my face turned from him.
"You do not plead guilty," he went on.
"The charge is not guilt, but weakness," I said coolly.
"Weakness!" said the doctor. "Not at all. It is a woman's strength."
"To be misled by her feelings?"
"No; to be _led_ by them. Her feelings tell her where the right is - generally. You are Daisy; but a woman, and therefore perhaps no exception. Or _are_ you an exception? How is it, Daisy?"
"I do not wish the South to succeed, Dr. Sandford - if that is what you mean."
"It is quite enough," he said, "to const.i.tute you a remarkable exception. I do not know three more at this minute, in this cause. You will not have the sympathies of your father and mother, Daisy?"
"No, Dr. Sandford."
"Your cousin, Mr. Gary, whom we saw last summer; - on which side is he?"
"I have not heard from him since he came to Was.h.i.+ngton. I do not know where he is. I want to find out."
"We can easily find out," said the doctor. "If Colonel Forsyth does not know, we shall see somebody this evening probably who can tell us about him."
We rode home through the lingering sunlight of that long day; uniforms, camps, fortifications, cannon, on all sides proclaiming the new and strange state of things upon which the country had fallen; busy people pa.s.sing and repa.s.sing in all directions; an air of life and stir everywhere that would have been delightful, if the reason had been only different. It saddened me. I had to make a constant effort to hide the fact from my companions. One of them watched me, I knew. Dr.
Sandford thought I was tired; and proposed that we should defer going to the White House until the next occasion; but I could not rest at home and insisted on carrying out the original scheme for the day. I was in a fever now to see Mr.
Thorold; keeping up a constant watch for him, which wearied me. To watch with more hope of success, I would go to the President's reception. Mr. Thorold might be there.
Mrs. Sandford, I remember, was very earnest about my dress. I was in no danger from gratified or ungratified vanity now; it was something else that moved me as I robed myself for that reception. And I met my escort in the drawing-room, forgetting that my dress could be a subject of interest to anybody but one, - who might not see it.
"Why, that is - yes! that is the very same thing you wore to the cadets' hop; the last hop you went to, Daisy?" Mrs.
Sandford exclaimed, as she surveyed me.
"It will do, won't it?" I said. "I have had nothing new made this spring."
"Do!" said the lady. "What do you think, Grant?"
Dr. Sandford's face was a little flushed.
"Anything will do," he said. "It makes less difference than ladies suppose."
"It has more to do than gentlemen ever imagine!" Mrs. Sandford returned indignantly. "It is very good, Daisy. That pure white somehow suits you; but I believe everything suits you, my dear. Your mother will be a proud woman."
That sentence laid a little weight on my heart, which had just been springing with undefined hope. I had been thinking of somebody else who might perhaps be not displeased with me.
I sought for his figure that night, among the crowds at the President's reception; amidst all the other interests of the hour, that one was never forgotten. And there were many interests certainly cl.u.s.tering about Was.h.i.+ngton and Was.h.i.+ngton society then. The a.s.sembly was very peculiar, very marked, very striking in many of its characteristics. The women were few, much fewer than make part of ordinary a.s.semblies; the men were unusually well-looking, it seemed to me; and had an air of life and purpose and energy in definite exercise, which was very refres.h.i.+ng to meet. Besides that, which was generally true, there were in Was.h.i.+ngton at this time many marked men, and men of whom much was expected. The last have been first, it is true, in many an instance; here as elsewhere; nevertheless, the aspect of things and people at the time was novel and interesting in the highest degree. So, was the talk.
Insipidities were no longer tolerated; everybody was _living_, in some real sense, now.
I had my second view of the President, and nearer by. It did not disappoint me, nor change the impression produced by the first view. What a homely face! but I thought withal, what a fine face! Rugged, and soft; gentle, and shrewd; Miss Cardigan's "Yon's a mon!" recurred to me often. A man, every inch of him; self- respecting, self-dependent, having a st.u.r.dy mind of his own; but wise also to bide his time; strong to wait and endure; modest, to receive from others all they could give him of aid and counsel. But the honest, keen, kindly eyes won my heart.
The evening was very lively. There were a great many people to see and talk to, whom it was pleasant to hear. Dr. Sandford, I always knew was a favourite; but it seemed to me this evening that our party was thronged. Indeed I had little chance and less time to look for Mr. Thorold; and the little I could use availed me nothing. I was sure he was not there; for he certainly would have seen me. And what then? It would not have been agreeable. I began to think with myself that I was somewhat inconsistent.
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?"
"When he pa.s.sed through New York," I said. "I stood in the street to see him."
Dr. Sandford's eyes opened upon me. His sister-in-law exclaimed,
"You could not see him _then_, child. But you like him, don't you? Well, they tell all sorts of stories about him; but I do not believe half of them."
I thought, I could believe all the good ones.
"But Grant, you never can keep Daisy here," Mrs. Sandford went on. "It would be hazardous in the extreme."
"Not very," said the doctor. "n.o.body else is going to stay; it is a floating community."
So we parted for the night. And I slept, the dark hours; but restlessness took possession of me the moment I awoke. Dr.
Sandford's last words rung in my heart. "It is a floating community." "n.o.body else is going to stay." I must see Mr.
Thorold. What if _he_ should be ordered on, away from Was.h.i.+ngton somewhere, and my opportunity be lost? I knew to be sure that he had been very busy training and drilling some of the new troops; and I hoped there was enough of the same work on hand to keep him busy; but I could not know. With the desire to find him, began to mingle now some foretaste of the pain of parting from him again when I - or he - should leave the city.
A drop of bitter which I began to taste distinctly in my cup.
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