They, too, were going to Montgomery.

Mid-February had passed, and the day had been one of unusual warmth for that time of the year, like a day in full spring.

The wind from the south was keen with the odor of fresh foliage and of roses, and of faint far perfumes, unknown but thrilling.

A sky of molten silver clothed city, bay, and forts in enchantment.

Nothing seemed further away than war, yet they had to walk but a little distance to see the defiant flag over Sumter, and the hostile Palmetto flags waving not far away.
Madame Delaunay appeared in the doorway.