"Mr. Loring has been inquiring for you, Captain Monroe. You understand, of course, that you are somewhat of a lion and one we cannot afford to have hidden. He is waiting to introduce you to some of our Carolina friends, who appreciate you, sir, for the protection shown a daughter of the South, and from your magnanimous care of a Carolina boy this past month--oh, your fame has preceded you, and I assure you, sir, you have earned for yourself a hearty welcome." Evilena joined them, followed by Delaven, who asked for a dance and was flouted because he did not wear a uniform. She did present him with a scarlet flower from her boquet, with the remark that if decked with something bright he might be a little less suggestive of funerals, and, attaching herself to Monroe, she left to look up Matthew Loring. Delaven looked ruefully at the scarlet flower. "It's a poor substitute for herself," he decided, "but, tell me now, Marquise, if you were fathoms deep in love, as I am this minute, and had so much of encouragement as a flower flung at you, what would you advise as the next move in Cupid's game?" She assumed a droll air of serious contemplation for an instant, and then replied, in one word: "Propose." "I'll do it," he decided; "ah, you are a jewel of a woman to give a man courage! I'll lay siege to her before I'm an hour older. Judge, isn't it you would lend a boy a hand in a love affair? I'm bewitched by one of the fair daughters of the South you are so proud of; I find I am madly jealous of every other lad who leads her onto the dancing floor this night, but every one of them has dollars where I have dimes," and he sighed like a furnace and glanced from one to the other with a comical look of distress; "so is it any wonder I need all the bracing up my friends can give me?" "My dear sir," said the Judge, genially, "our girls are not mercenary. You are a gentleman, so need fear comparison with none! You have an active brain, a high degree of intelligence, a profession through which you may win both wealth and honors for the lady in question--so why procrastinate?" "Judge, you are a trump! With you to back me up with that list of advantages, I'll dare the fates." "I am your obedient servant, sir. I like your enthusiasm--your determination to put the question to the test. I approve of early marriages, myself; procrastination and long engagements are a mistake, sir--a mistake!" "They are," agreed Delaven, with a decision suggestive of long experience in such matters. "Faith, you two are life preservers to me. I feel light as a cork with one of you on each side--though it was doleful enough I was ten minutes ago! You see, Judge, the lady who is to decide my fate has valued your friendship and advice so long that I count on you--I really do, now, and if you'd just say a good word to her--"