She was so discouraging to the student beaux, and Carter had been so general in his attentions with a view to getting the champagne into circulation, that she had fallen chiefly to the young lawyer. As to the women, she did not much enjoy their conversation. At that time everybody at the North was passionately loyal, especially those who would not in any chance be called upon to fight—and this loyalty was expressed towards persons of secessionist proclivities with a frank energy which the latter considered brutal incivility. From the male sex Miss Ravenel obtained some compassion or polite forbearance, but from her own very little; and the result was that she avoided ladies, and might perhaps have been driven to suffer the boy beaux, only that she could make sure of the society of Colburne. Important as this young gentleman was to her, she could not forbear teasing him concerning[Pg 52] the local peculiarities of New Boston. This afternoon she was satirical upon the juvenile gallants. [Pg 52] "You seem to be the only man in New Boston," she said. "I suppose all the males are executed when they are found guilty of being twenty-one. How came you to escape? Perhaps you are the executioner. Why don't you do your office on the Lieutenant-Colonel?" "I should like to," answered Colburne. Miss Ravenel colored, but gave no other sign of comprehension. "I don't like old beaux," persisted Colburne. "Oh! I do. When I left New Orleans I parted from a beau of forty." "Forty! How could you come away?" "Why, you know that I hated to leave New Orleans." "Yes; but I never knew the reason before. Did you say forty?" "Yes, sir; just forty. Is there anything strange in a man of forty being agreeable? I don't see that you New Bostonians find it difficult to like ladies of forty. But I havn't told you the worst. I have another beau, whom I like better than anybody, who is fifty-five." "Your father." "You are very clever. As you are so bright to-day perhaps you can explain a mystery to me. Why is it that