He drank a toast to Madame Delaunay, and the others drank it with him, standing.
Madame Delaunay responded prettily, and, in a few words, she asked protection and good fortune for this South Carolina which they all loved, and which had been a refuge to the ancestors of so many of them.
As she sat down she looked up at the wall and Harry's glance followed hers.

It was a long dining-room, and he saw there great portraits in massive gilt frames.

They were of people French in look, handsome, and dressed with great care and elaboration.

The men were in gay coats and knee breeches, silk stockings and buckled shoes.

Small swords were at their sides.