Part 40 (2/2)
THE HOUSE ON CHURCH HILL
As Socola left his room at the Spotswood the following night, a stranger met him at the turn of the dimly lighted corridor.
”Signor Socola, I believe?”
”At your service.”
”I know some mutual friends in Was.h.i.+ngton connected with the Sardinian Ministry--”
”I'm just starting for a stroll through the city,” Socola interrupted.
”Will you join me?”
”With pleasure. As I am well acquainted with the streets of Richmond, allow me to be your guide.”
Socola followed with a nod of approval. Their walk led to the highest of the city's seven hills. But few were stirring at this hour--half-past seven. The people were busy at supper.
The two men paused at the gate of a stately, old-fas.h.i.+oned mansion in the middle of a s.p.a.cious lawn. The odor of sweet pinks filled the air.
The rose trellis and elaborate scheme of flower beds and the boxwood hedges told the story of wealth and culture and high social position.
”I wish to introduce you to one of the most charming ladies of Richmond,” the stranger said in quick, business-like tones, opening the gate as if he were used to the feel of the latch.
”Certainly,” was the short reply.
In answer to the rap of the old-fas.h.i.+oned bra.s.s knocker, a quaint little woman of forty opened the door and showed them into the parlor.
The blinds were closed, and the room lighted by a single small kerosene lamp.
With quick precision the stranger presented his companion.
”Miss Van Lew, permit me to introduce to you Signor Henrico Socola of the Sardinian Ministry. He is the duly accredited but unofficial agent of his Majesty, Victor Emmanuel, and is cultivating friendly relations with the new Government of the South.”
Miss Van Low extended her hand and took the outstretched one with a warmth that surprised her visitor beyond measure.
”I recognized him at once,” she said with emotion.
”Recognized me?”
”Your dear mother, sir, was my schoolmate in Philadelphia. I loved her.
How alike you are!”
”Then we shall be friends--”
”We shall be more than friends--we shall be comrades--”
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