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After Rose had struck her blow at the secretary, the old gentleman noted all of Peter's permutations and misconstrued a dozen quite innocent actions on Peter's part into signs of bad faith. By a little observation he identified Cissie Dildine and what he saw did not reëstablish his peace of mind. On the contrary, it became more than probable that the cream-colored negress would lure Peter away.
Now, in regard to Cissie Dildine, Peter was not precisely afraid of Tump Pack, but he could not clear his mind of the fact that Tump had been presented with a medal by the Congress of the United States for killing four men. Good sense and a care for his reputation and his skin told Peter to abandon his theory of free courtship for the time being.
Dildine?" he asked in a shocked tone. "What's happened to Cissie?" Vannie began weeping again with a faint gasping and a racking of her flat chest. "It's it's O-o-oh, Peter!" She put an arm about him and began weeping against him. He soothed her, patted her shoulder, at the same time staring at the side of her head, wondering what could have dealt her this blow.
"Yeah, but Peter 'll come to a en' wid you when he ma'ies dat stuck-up yellow fly-by-night, Cissie Dildine." "He's not going to marry her," said the Captain, comfortably. "Huh!" "Peter told me he didn't intend to marry Cissie Dildine." "Shu! Then whut fur dey go roun' peepin' at each other lak a couple o' niggers roun' a haystack?" The old lawyer was annoyed. "Peeping where?"
Peter Siner was too loyal to his new friendship with Cissie Dildine to allow his mother's jealous suspicions to affect him; nevertheless the old woman's observations about the turkey roaster did prevent a complete and care-free enjoyment of the meal. Certainly there were other turkey roasters in Hooker's Bend than Mrs. Arkwright's. Cissie might very well own a roaster.
Peter took Parson Ranson's arm, and the two moved to the gate by common consent. It was no longer pleasant to sit here. The quarrel they had heard somehow had flavored their surroundings. Peter turned his steps mechanically northward up the crescent toward the Dildine cabin.
Even then Peter would not have wavered in his synthesis had not the girl paused slightly and given a swift side glance at the old manor. Then the man in the window recognized Cissie Dildine. A slight shock traveled through Siner's body at the sight of Cissie's colorless face and darkened eyes. He stood up abruptly, with a feeling that he had some urgent thing to say to the young woman.
"What's the matter, Tump?" he asked playfully. "Ain't nothin' matter wid me, nigger." Peter made a guess at Tump's surliness. "Look here, are you puffed up because Cissie Dildine struck you for a ten?" Tump's expression changed. "Is she struck me fuh a ten?" "Yes; on that school subscription." "Is dat whut you two niggers wuz a-talkin' 'bout over thaiuh in yo' house?" "Exactly."
After the necessary moment of talk, the mulatto inquired for Cissie. The yellow woman seemed slightly ill at ease. "Cissie ain't so well, Peter." "She's not ill?" "N-no; but the excitement an' ever'thing " answered Vannie, vaguely. In the flush of his plans, Peter was keenly disappointed. "It's very important, Mrs. Dildine." Vannie's dried yellow face framed the ghost of a smile.
The lawyer fought against his feeling, for the sake of his secretary, who had come to occupy so wide a sector of his comfort and affection. Yet the old virago evidently spoke from a broad background of experience. She was at least half convincing. While the Captain repelled her charge against his quiet, hard-working brown helper, he admitted it against Cissie Dildine, whom he did not know.
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