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"Yer's growed away from me, Bre'er 'Liab," he said at length, when they had held each other's hands and looked into each other's faces for a long time. "Yer wouldn't know how ter take a holt o' Nimbus ter hev him tote yer roun', now. Yer's growed away from him clean away," he added sadly. "You, too, have changed, Brother Nimbus," said Eliab soothingly.
The person addressed twirled his narrow-brimmed felt hat upon his finger for a time and then said, looking suddenly up at the other: "Uncle Nimbus, Berry's right smart ob a fool, but damn me ef I don't b'lieve de Cap'n's in de right on't. What you say, now?" Nimbus had seated himself and was looking toward the darkening west with a gloomy brow.
She smoked very hard, so that she stood in the center of a gray nimbus. She hated it, but she persisted. Perhaps it grew on one; perhaps, also, if she walked about it would choke her less. She practiced holding the thing between her first and second fingers, and found that easier than smoking. Then she went to the salon where there was more air, and tried exhaling through her nose.
Eliab kept on protesting, but it was in vain. Nimbus bent over him as tenderly as a mother over the cradle of her first-born, clasped his arms about him, and lifting him from the bench bore him away to his own house.
So Nimbus went home happy, and on the Saturday night following, in accordance with this authority, with much mirth and clamor, and with the half-barbarous and half-Christian ceremony which the law did not recognize; which bound neither parties, nor master nor stranger; which gave Nimbus no rights and Lugena no privileges; which neither sanctified the union nor protected its offspring the slave "boy" and "gal" "took up with each other," and began that farce which the victims of slavery were allowed to call "marriage."
"Was that you, Nimbus?" asked Mollie, turning from a bright-eyed successor to little Hildreth, whom she had been proudly caressing. "I thought I heard some one call me, but did not think of its being you. I am so sorry! I stopped and looked, but could see nothing." "No, you didn't see me, Miss Mollie, but it done me a power o' good ter see you.
The waking robins tipple on it and sing the more joyously, nor is there in their midday any of the moroseness of reaction. Three hours later the moon had slipped down from the zenith into cushions of velvety, violet black, low in the western sky. Its bright white glow was lost in part and it was haloed with a yellow nimbus of its own fog distillation.
Tain't no hurt ter do it dat er way, only it handles better ter let it hang on de sticks a while an' git sorter wilted don't break de leaves off ner mash 'em up so much loadin' an" unloadin', yer know," answered Nimbus. "How much have you got here?" asked the sheriff, casting his eye over the field; "forty thousand?"
They intermingled over his ears and surrounded his head like a huge lurid nimbus. His face was pale and attenuated, the face of a scholar, a dilettante, a comparer of points and texts, a man who lives in a library bending over books and prints and medals.
Try to forget my madness. Think of it, if you will, as the raving of one at death's door. Let it be as it was between us." Patricia turned her beautiful face transfigured. Roses bloomed in her cheeks, her eyes were fathomless wells of splendor, an exquisite smile played about her lips; with her nimbus of golden hair she looked a rapt mediæval saint.
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