"I thank you, Mr.Fagg! May your shadow never grow less! The old county--Mr.Jefferson's county, gentlemen--may be trusted to hold its own, in Richmond or in Washington, in Heaven or in Hell! Mr.Fagg, I will drink your health in punch of the Eagle's brewing! Your very obliged friend and servant!" From street and yard without came a noise of cheering, with cries of "Black Cockade! Black Cockade! The party of Washington--Washington forever!--The old county for Cary!--Albemarle for Cary!--The county for a _gentleman!_" "Mr.Ludwell Cary has arrived," announced the sheriff.
"Here comes the gentleman!" cried a man from a windowsill.

"Stand up, Lewis Rand, and show him a man!" The throng at the door parted, and with a Federalist and distinguished following the two Carys entered, the elder quiet and smiling, the younger flushed, bright-eyed, and anxious.

The attachment between these two brothers was very strong; it was to be seen in every glance that passed between them, in every tone of voice used by each to the other.
The elder played fond Mentor, and the younger thought his brother a demi-god.

They were men of an old name, an old place, an inherited charm.

"Ludwell Cary!" cried a mail.