Met the lovely Lucy Holcombe, now Mrs. Governor Pickens,
last night at Isaac Hayne's. I saw Miles now begging in dumb show for three
violets she had in her breastpin. She is a consummate actress and he well up in
the part of male flirt. So it was well done.
“And you, who are laughing in your sleeves at the scene, where
did you get that huge bunch?” “Oh, there is no sentiment when there is a pile
like that of anything!” “Oh, oh!”
To-day at the breakfast table there was a tragic bestowal of
heartsease on the well-known inquirer who, once more says in austere tones: “Who
is the flirt now?" And so we fool on into the black cloud ahead of us. And
after heartsease cometh rue.
SOURCE: Mary Boykin Chesnut, Edited by Isabella D. Martin
and Myrta Lockett Avary, A Diary From Dixie, p. 29-30
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