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His answer ran as follows: Washington House, Friday. Captain Alfred Burghe: My daughter, Miss Merlin, did perfectly right, and I fully endorse her act. Therefore, the first alternative offered of making you the apology you demand is totally inadmissible; but I accept the second one of giving you the satisfaction you require.
And it is scarcely necessary to say that Judge Merlin heard no more of "the satisfaction of a gentleman." The story, however, got out, and Captain Burghe and his second were so mercilessly laughed at, that they voluntarily shortened their own furlough and speedily left Washington.
But Claudia's cheeks grew crimson, and her eyes flashed bad signs these for the keeping of her temper towards "dull pups." "He is honest, truthful, intelligent, industrious, and polite. These are qualities which, of course, unfit him for such society as yours, Mr. Burghe; but I do not see why they should unfit him for that of ladies and gentlemen," said Claudia severely.
The handkerchief had the name of Alfred Burghe on one corner; the small parcel of nuts and raisins it contained were at once recognized by Mr. Middleton as his own. "Oh, sir, sir!" began that gentleman severely, turning upon the detected culprit; but the young villain was at bay! "Well?" he growled in defiance; "what now? what's all the muss about?
But Claudia, who, with the viscount, was standing very near, heard and saw all. She saw Ishmael lead his shy young partner up to a place in the set, exactly opposite to where Alfred Burghe with his partner, Miss Tourneysee, stood. And she heard Mr. Burghe whisper to Miss Tourneysee: "Excuse me; and permit me to lead you to a seat.
"Sir," said the boy, "if you will look into the pockets of that young gentleman, Master Alfred, you will find the stolen fruit upon him." Alfred Burghe started and turned to run. But the gentleman was too quick to let him escape, and caught him by the arm. "What, sir! Mr. Middleton, would you search me at his bidding?
And having laid this flattering unction to his soul, the old man felt no malice against our boy for outshining his own sons. Not so the Burghe boys themselves. Their natures were essentially low; and this low nature betrayed itself in their very faces, forms, and manners.
Middleton kindly shook hands with the unwelcome visitor. And finally Claudia unbent a little from her hauteur and condescended to address a few commonplace remarks to him. But at length her eyes flashed upon Ishmael standing behind Bee. "You are acquainted with Mr. Worth, I presume, Captain Burghe?" she inquired. "I have not that honor," said Alfred Burghe arrogantly.
Get up on the ladder where you can be seen and heard and proclaim this shout it forth: 'Freedom to any slave who will save the Burghe boys!" The overseer climbed up the ladder, and after calling the attention of the whole mob by three loud whoops and waiting a moment until quiet was restored, he shouted: "Freedom to any slave who will save the Burghe boys from the burning building!"
Had I not better go myself?" asked Walter, seizing his hat. Mr. Middleton assented, and the young man went out on his quest. He hunted high and low, but found no trace of Ishmael. He found, however, what set his mind at ease upon the subject of a collision between the youths; it was the form of Alfred Burghe, stretched at length upon the thick and dewy grass. "Why do you lie there?
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