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"I shall be glad," he said, "if you will make one of a little party on the yacht next Sunday, when I come back. And you also," he added to John. Both John and I expressed our acceptance in suitable forms, and the automobile took its way to the train. "Your Kings Port streets," I said, as we walked back toward Mrs. Trevise's, "are not very favorable for automobiles." "No," he returned briefly.
"But mightn't he be safer for a person's niece than for their nephew?" said the Briton. Mrs. Trevise's hand moved toward the bell. But Juno answered the question mournfully: "With such hereditary bloodthirstiness, who can tell?" And so Mrs. Trevise moved her hand away again. "Excuse me, but do you know if the other gentleman is laid up, too?" inquired the male honeymooner, hopefully.
Yes, I was obliged to believe that the young Kings Port African left to freedom and the ballot, was a worse African than his slave parents; but this afternoon brought me a taste of it more pungent than all the assurances in the world. Trevise's boarding-house, and that he would make for me the box in which I could pack my various purchases. "That is, if he's working this week," added the robber.
All my letters were the more abundant concerning these adventures of mine from my having kept entirely silent upon them at Mrs. Trevise's tea-table. I dreaded Juno when let loose upon the negro question; and the fact that I was beginning to understand her feelings did not at all make me wish to be deafened by them.
Trevise's house, and as the morning wore on I watched the paths grow more strewn with broken twigs and leaves.
Aunt Josephine would never tolerate my encouraging gentlemen to talk to me over the counter." I went back obediently, and then resumed: "Well, what sort of people are those who own the handsome garden behind Mrs. Trevise's!" "I don't know them." "Thank you; that's all I wanted." "What do you mean?" "They're new people. I could tell it from the way you stuck your nose in the air." "Sir!"
Trevise's last, but effective, resort to tinkle a little handbell and scold one of the waitresses whom its sound would then summon from the kitchen. This bell was tinkled not always by any means for my sake; other travellers from the North there were who came and went, pausing at Kings Port between Florida and their habitual abodes.
Trevise's dinner-table, I caught for one moment, to the full, a vision of the unhappy boy's plight; he was sticking to a task which he loathed that he might support a wife whom he no longer desired. Such, as he saw it, was his duty; and nobody, not even a soul of his kin or his kind, gave him a word or a thought of understanding, gave him anything except the cold shoulder.
He stood now in my eyes, in some way that is too obscure for me to be able to explain to you, saved from some reproach whose subtlety likewise eludes my powers of analysis. It was already five minutes after three o'clock, my dinner hour, when he at length appeared in the Library; and possibly I put some reproach into my greeting: "Won't you walk along with me to Mrs. Trevise's?"
My face, easily marked out amid the resident faces he was familiar with, had at once caught his attention; very likely he, too, had by now learned that I was interested in the battle of Cowpens; but I did not ask him this. He crossed over and handed me a letter. "No use," he said most politely, "takin' it away down to Mistress Trevise's when you're right here, sir.
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