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"I don't want to," he said, as hurt as an overgrown boy or a prima donna. The door opened, and a wave of light swept into the room. A voice followed it. "Is Miss Adair in there?" "Yes," Kedzie answered, in confusion. "Gent'man to see you." It was Jim Dyckman. He followed closely and entered the room just as Ferriday found the electric button and switched on the light.
The negroes stepped back amazed. "'Scuse me, Senator, is this gent'man a friend of yours?" the head porter gasped apologetically. Langdon looked at him. "You heard what I said," he drawled in the slow way natural to some men of the South when trouble threatens. "I'd like to have you down in Mississippi for about ten minutes."
It was with difficulty that Peter persuaded her to leave the cage in the car when they reached his uncle's hotel. "Mistuh," said Emma to the chauffeur, "is you-all got any fambly dependin' on you?" "One wife. Three kids," said the chauffeur, briefly. "I ain't de kin' ob lady whut makes threats agin' a gent'man," said Emma, looking him unblinklngly in the eye.
Dem slav'ry days done been s'long ago I jus' 'member a few things dat happen den. But I's sho' mighty pleased to relate dat what I recollec'. "I was de house boy on old judge Stamps' plantation. He lived 'bout nine miles east o' Port Gibson an' he was a mighty well-to-do gent'man in dem days. He owned 'bout 500 or 600 Niggers. He made plenty o' money out o' his fiel's.
"The gent'man say tell you 'Thank you. He say he ain't gwine trouble you much longer, an' he cyarn never forgit what Fontenoy's done fer him." "Deb!" said Uncle Edward, with great sharpness, "you are spilling that cup of milk. Look what you are doing, child!" The uncomfortable meal came to an end.
"All dis time, yo' know, Marse Chan wuz a-goin' back'ads an' for'ads to college, an' wuz growed up a ve'y fine young man. He wuz a ve'y likely gent'man!
He was jus' a tall quiet gent'man wid a pretty young wife what he married in Natchez. Her name was Miss Varina Howell, an' he sho' let her have her way. I spec I's de only one livin' whose eyes ever seed 'em bofe. I talked wid her when dey come in de big steamboat. 'Fore us got to de big house, I tol' her all 'bout de goins'-on on de plantations. She was a fine lady.
And any infringement of this property right he looked upon with distinct disfavour. So that it was with no pleasant countenance that he greeted Mr. Dunkin when he called on a certain night. "Mr. Scatters is gone out," he said, as the old man entered and deposited his hat on the floor. "Dat's all right, Isaac," said Mr. Dunkin slowly, "I didn't come to see de gent'man. I come to see you."
"All dis time, yo' know, Marse Chan wuz agoin' back'ads an' for'ads to college, an' wuz growed up a ve'y fine young man. He wuz a ve'y likely gent'man!
"And I says to him," added the doctor, "I says, 'You ain't much fur sociability, are you? I says." "Well, I did think, too, Amanda," sympathized her mother, "he'd set up with you mebbe to-night, seein' Rebecca and Tillie's each got their gent'man comp'ny even if he didn't mean it fur really, but only to pass the time."
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