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The other time Eliphalet spoke was to ask Mr. Barbo to direct him to a boardinghouse. "I reckon," Mr. Barbo reflected, "that you'll want one of them Congregational boarding-houses. We've got a heap of Yankees in the town, and they all flock together and pray together. I reckon you'd ruther go to Miss Crane's nor anywhere." Forthwith to Miss Crane's Eliphalet went.
The other time Eliphalet spoke was to ask Mr. Barbo to direct him to a boardinghouse. "I reckon," Mr. Barbo reflected, "that you'll want one of them Congregational boarding-houses. We've got a heap of Yankees in the town, and they all flock together and pray together. I reckon you'd ruther go to Miss Crane's nor anywhere." Forthwith to Miss Crane's Eliphalet went.
Paul II, a Barbo of Venice, found his vanity flattered by deducing his House, notwithstanding an adverse pedigree, according to which it came from Germany, from the Roman Ahenobarbus, who had led a colony to Parma, and whose successors had been driven by party conflicts to migrate to Venice.
These courtesies, far from making awkward the material discussion which followed; did not affect it in the least. "So you want me to board you?" said she, as if in consternation. Eliphalet calculated, if they could come to terms. And Mr. Barbo keyed himself to enjoyment. "Single gentlemen," said she, "pay as high as twelve dollars." And she added that they had no cause to complain of her table.
Catherwood was on the sidewalk, talking to a breathless man. That man was Mr. Barbo, Colonel Carvel's book-keeper. "Yes," he was saying, "they they surrendered. There was nothing else for them to do. They were surrounded and overpowered." Mr. Catherwood uttered an oath. But it did not shock Virginia. "And not a shot fired?" he said. "And not a shot fired?" Virginia repeated, mechanically.
Eliphalet said he guessed he'd have to go somewhere else. Upon this the lady vouchsafed the explanation that those gentlemen had high positions and rented her large rooms. Since Mr. Hopper was from Willesden and knew the Salters, she would be willing to take him for less. Eliphalet said bluntly he would give three and a half. Barbo gasped. This particular kind of courage was wholly beyond him.
Both men turned. Mr. Barbo took off his hat. "No, ma'am." "Oh, how could they!" exclaimed Virginia. Her words seemed to arouse Mr. Catherwood from a kind of stupor. He turned, and took her hand. "Virginia, we shall make them smart for this yet, My God!" he cried, "what have I done that my son should be a traitor, in arms against his own brother fighting for his people?
These courtesies, far from making awkward the material discussion which followed; did not affect it in the least. "So you want me to board you?" said she, as if in consternation. Eliphalet calculated, if they could come to terms. And Mr. Barbo keyed himself to enjoyment. "Single gentlemen," said she, "pay as high as twelve dollars." And she added that they had no cause to complain of her table.
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