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With his mouth full of chicken, remnant of Eunice's pullets, he burst forth. "A-a-aunt Eunice's got comp'ny." The punctilious old lady opposite raised her thin hand, protesting: "My son, you should never attempt to talk when you are eating." Nothing abashed, the boy swallowed hastily and reiterated his statement.
Eunice approved of Sanford's correct ways and perfect intuitions and he admired her beauty and dainty grace. Neither of them loved Aunt Abby the sister of Eunice's father but her annual visit was customary and unavoidable. The city apartment of the Sanfords had no guestroom, and therefore the visitor must needs occupy Eunice's charming boudoir and dressing-room as a bedroom.
As we advanced along the backward division of the hall, I saw her eyes turn distrustfully toward the door of the room in which Helena had received me. At last, my slow perceptions felt with her and understood her. Eunice's sensitive nature recoiled from a chance meeting with the wretch who had laid waste all that had once been happy and hopeful in that harmless young life.
Do you mind waiting a moment while I find Selina? You will go to the farm with us, won't you?" I had to look over the letters, in Eunice's own interests; and I begged her to let me defer my visit to the farm until the next day. She consented, after making me promise to keep my appointment.
"Yes, it did. I turned the knob afterward to make sure. I always do that." Ferdinand now seemed to be as discursive as he was reticent before. "And I know Miss Eunice's Mrs, Embury's door was locked, because she had to unbolt it before I could get in this morning." "But look here," Driscoll broke in, "are these doors on that snap-bolt all day? Isn't that rather an inconvenience?"
He proved, by the production of his professional diary, that the discovery of the attempt to poison his patient had taken place before the day of Eunice's departure from the farm, and that the first improvement in Mr. Philip Dunboyne's state of health had shown itself after that young lady's arrival to perform the duties of a nurse.
The refined classes among the whites who would not under any circumstance have wantonly wounded Eunice's sensibilities, had nevertheless issued the decree of caste and the grosser ones among them were to execute it, and Eunice was tasting the gall that the unrefined pour out daily for a whole race to drink.
While he had still a claim on their regard the family had always spoken of Eunice's unworthy lover by his Christian name; and what had been familiar in their mouths felt the influence of custom, before time enough had elapsed to make them think as readily of the enemy as they had hitherto thought of the friend.
Let my son know that his mother is a convict, but in the name of heaven I ask you, send not my child and me into Negro life. Send us not to a race cursed with petty jealousies, the burden bearers of the world. My God! the thought of being called a Negro is awful, awful!" Eunice's words were coming fast and she was now all but out of breath. After an instant's pause, she began: "One word more.
After a few nights she ceased moaning, and settled gradually into a hopeless apathy, while over her deep gray eyes there grew a film of silent misery. Stirred by my fragmentary accounts of Eunice's wretchedness, the generous-hearted Bessie one day suggested that we take her with us to look for a job as soon as the anticipated "lay-off" notice came into effect at Rosenfeld's.
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