Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyaltyDe Forest, John William
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Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyalty
De Forest, John William
Historical fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories; Women -- United States -- Fiction
The meal was elegantly cooked and served. Louisiana has inherited from
its maternal France a delicate taste in convivial affairs, and the
culinary artist of the occasion was he who had formerly ministered to
the instructed appetites of the rebel captain and his Parisian affinity.
To Colburne's mortification Van Zandt had paraded the rarest treasures
of the Soulé wine-cellar; hermitage that could not have been bought then
in New York for two dollars a bottle, and madeira that was worth three
times as much; not to enlarge upon the champagne for the dessert, and
the old Otard brandy for the _pousse-cafe_. He seemed to have got quite
sober, as if by some miracle; or as if there was a fresh Van Zandt
always ready to come on when one got over the bay; and he now
recommenced to get himself drunk again _ab initio_. He governed his
tongue, however, and behaved with good breeding. Evidently he was not
only grateful to Colburne, but stood in professional awe of him as his
superior officer. After dinner, still amazingly sober, although with ten
or twenty dollars' worth of wine in him, he sat down to the piano, and
thundered out some pretty-well executed arias from popular operas.
"Four o'clock!" exclaimed the Doctor. "I have just time to get home and
see my daughter dine. Captain, we shall see you soon, I hope."
"Certainly. What is the earliest time that I can call without
inconveniencing you?"
"Any time. This evening."
The Doctor bade Van Zandt a most amicable good afternoon, but did not
ask him to accompany Colburne in the projected visit.
No sooner was he gone than the Captain turned upon the Lieutenant.
"Mr. Van Zandt, I must beg you to be extremely prudent in your language
and conduct before that gentleman."
"By Jove!" roared Van Zandt, "it came near being the cursedest mess. I
have had to pour down the juice of the grape to keep from fainting."
"What is the matter?"
"Why, Parker brought his ---- cousin here this morning. You've heard of
the girl he calls his cousin? She's in the smoking-room now. I've been
so confoundedly afraid you would show him the smoking-room! I've been
sweating with fright during the whole dinner, and all the time looking
as if every thing was lovely and the goose hung high. She couldn't get
out, you know; the side entrance has never been unlocked yet--no key,
you know."
"What in Heaven's name did you let her in here for?" demanded Colburne
in a passion.
"Why--Parker, you see--I didn't like to insult Parker by refusing him a
favor. He only wanted to leave her while he ran around to head-quarters
to report something. He swore by all his gods that he wouldn't be gone
an hour."
"Well, get her out. See that the coast is clear, and then get her out.
Tell her she must go. And hereafter, if any of my brother officers want
to leave their ---- cousins here, remember, sir, to put a veto on it."
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