The officers, and their wives, too, had a kind word for the little fellow, so handsome and well-mannered, and especially was he a favorite with Broussard.

It was, indeed, more than friendly favor toward the child; Broussard was conscious of a strong affection for the boy, about whom there was something mysteriously appealing to Broussard, an expression in the frank young eyes, a soft beauty in the boy's smile, that reminded Broussard of something loved and lost, but he knew not what it was nor whence it came.

Anita, although knowing nothing of the gentleman-ranker and his wife and the handsome boy except that, obviously, they were unlike their neighbors and fellows in the married men's quarters, yet always observed them with curiosity.
Their unlikeness to their station in life was of itself a mystery, and consequently of interest.

Mrs.Fortescue, the soul of kindness to the soldiers' wives and children, could make nothing of Mrs.Lawrence, who withdrew into herself at Mrs.Fortescue's approach, and Mrs.Fortescue, seeing that Mrs.Lawrence wished to hold aloof, respected her wishes, and from sheer pity left her alone.

Mrs.McGillicuddy was not so considerate, and told thrilling tales of rebuffs administered by Mrs.
Lawrence to corporals' wives, and even sergeants' wives who were willing to notice her and get snubbed for their good intentions.
"Mr.Broussard is the only man Mrs.Lawrence gives a decent word to," said Mrs.McGillicuddy in Anita's hearing, "When she meets him anywhere, walkin' about, she stops and smiles and talks to him as if she was the Colonel's lady--that she does, the minx! And she pretending to be so meek and mild and not looking at any man, except that good-for-nothing, handsome husband of hers! Just watch her, stoppin' in the post trader's to talk with Mr.Broussard, she so haughty-like, and carryin' her own bundles home, like she was doin' herself a favor!" This sank deep into Anita's mind, as did every word referring to Broussard.