Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Book Fourth / Chapter One: Twelve Years of the Life of ''The Cub'' >> Page 195

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription TWELVE YEARS 195
vivants, and they all drank deeply. Midnight found them still at their rev-
els, and frequently staggering, and sometimes borne to their chambers,
only half conscious of the absurd quarrels, which were common enough,
and were usually reconciled over the punch bowl.
To hunt by day, feed heavily at evening, drink deeply by night, these
constituted the entire life of young Fairleigh and his companions at
Fairleigh Lodge, broken only occasionally by some great ball or party,
when the young wife could persuade the dowager to an opening of the
purse-strings.
These occasions seldom failed to bring their usual crowds, in spite
of the hauteur of the English lady, and the notoriously bad habits of her
husband. And, on these occasions, the widow Fairleigh showed the leaven
of ancient vanities still lurking in her system. She made her appearance
in her best silks or satins, with a lofty headdress, not unfrequently with
a topknot of feathers, while her thin gray hairs were all packed carefully
away beneath a wig of the most unspotted hues of the raven. And she
held on to the last of the company, not sparing the supper, and usually
lingering to witness the departure of all her guests. She had evidently but
little solace from her pillow.