"
"That is all right enough. It is about military things, that
you do not understand. It is all right enough, except these
confounded Yankees. And Thorold is another."
"Who is _one?_" I said, laughing. "You say he is _another_."
"Blunt is one."
"I like Major Blunt."
"Daisy," said Preston, stopping short, "you ought to be with
your mother. There is nobody to take care of you here. How
came you to know that Thorold?"
"He was introduced to me. What is the matter with him?"
"You ought not to be going about with him. He is a regular
Yankee, I tell you."
"What does that mean?" I said. "You speak it as if you meant
something very objectionable.
"I do. They are a cowardly set of tailors. They have no idea
what a gentleman means, not one of them, unless they have
caught the idea from a Southerner. I don't want you to have
anything to do with them, Daisy. You must not dance with them,
and you must not be seen with this Thorold. Promise me you
will not."
"Dr. Sandford is another," I said.
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