And they talk together freely of all people in the world, except the Plumers of New Orleans.

In Abel's room of an evening, at a late hour, when a party of youth are smoking, there are many allusions to the pretty Plumer--to which it happens that Newt and Moultrie make only a general reply.
As the dinner proceeds from delicate course to course, and the wines of varying hue sparkle and flow, so the conversation purls along--a gentle, continuous stream.

Good things are said, and there is that kind of happy appreciation which makes the generally silent speak and the clever more witty.
Mrs.Godefroi Plumer has traveled much, and enjoys the world.

She is a Creole, with the Tropics in her hair and complexion, and Spain in her eyes.

She wears a Parisian headdress, a brocade upon her ample person, and diamonds around her complacent neck and arms.