If I may judge from the changes in
Miss Cardigan's face, it was the same with her. The conclusion
was, the North was gathering and concentrating all her forces
to meet the trial that was coming; and the young officers of
the graduating class at the Military Academy had been ordered
to the seat of war a little before their time of study was
out; their help being urgently needed.
"And where is Preston?" said I, speaking for the first time
in a long while.
"Preston?" — echoed Thorold.
"My cousin Preston, — Gary; your classmate Gary."
"Gary! — Oh, he is going to Washington, like the rest of us."
"Which side will he take?"
"You should know, perhaps, better than I," said Thorold. "He
always _has_ taken the Southern side, and very exclusively."
"_Has_ taken?" said I. "Do you mean that among the cadets, there
has been a South and a North — until now lately?"
"Ay, Daisy, always, since I have been in the Academy. The
Southern clique and the Northern clique have been well
defined; there is always an assumption of superiority on the
one side, and some resenting of it on the other side.
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