"
"It is like him," said Madame Delaunay. "Ah, that Leonidas, he has a
great soul!"
"I travelled with him from Nashville to Charleston," said Harry, "and I
learned to like and admire him."
He had established himself at once in the good graces of Madame Delaunay
and she gave him a fine room overlooking a garden, which in season
was filled with roses and oranges. Even now, pleasant aromatic odors
came to him through the open window. He had been scarcely an hour in
Charleston but he liked it already. The old city breathed with an ease
and grace to which he was unused. The best name that he knew for it was
fragrance.
He had a suit of fresh clothing in his saddle bags, and he arrayed
himself with the utmost neatness and care. He felt that he must do so.
He could not present himself in rough guise to a people who had every
right to be fastidious. He would also obtain further clothing out of
the abundant store of money, as his father had wished him to make a good
appearance and associate with the best.
He descended, and found Madame Delaunay in the garden, where she gave
him welcome, with grave courtesy. She seemed to him in manner and
bearing a woman of wealth and position, and not the keeper of an inn,
doing most of the work with her own hands.
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