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Compared to her they were as novices to a nun who has made an excursion into the world and taken a bite from the apple Eve threw away. She had no especial liking for Leff. It amused her to torment him, to look at him with an artless, inquiring stare when he was overwhelmed by confusion and did not know what to say.
It was noticeable that no mention of her was made till supper was over and the night fell. Then their comments on her were brief. Leff seemed afraid of her even a mile away in the damp hotel at Independence, seemed to fear that she might in some way know he'd had her name upon his tongue, and would come to-morrow with angry, accusing looks like an offended goddess.
"Tell me about Princess Anne an' my dear old Marster Meshach Milburn, dat I'se leff so long, Virgie!" the old pugilist said, wiping his eyes of tears.
"I ain't half dat," Samson smiled, quietly, "an' she handled me, shore enough. You remember, Jimmy, when I leff you by ole Spring Hill church, to go an' git a woman on a little wagon to show me de way to Laurel?" "Why, it was only yisterday, Samson!" "Dat was de woman, Jimmy. She was a chunky, heavy-sot woman, right purty to look at, an' maybe fifty year ole.
For the moment there was a stoppage of all feeling but amazement, which invaded her till she seemed to hold nothing else. David's voice came from a far distance, as if she had floated away from him and it was a cord jerking her back to her accustomed place. "Hurry up," it called. "It's right there beside you." Leff threw down his sewing and leaped to his feet.
Her dressing-gown was on a chair by the bedside, and Venus sat at the window sewing. "Where is Mr. Fitzgerald?" she inquired. "He said he war gwine to turrer plantation on business. He leff dem flower dar, an' tole me to say he 'd come back soon." The fair hair was neatly arranged by the black hands that contrasted so strongly with it.
He rose and stood watching her with a lover's hang-dog look. She glanced at him, read his face and once more felt secure in her ascendency. Her debonair self-assurance came back with a lowering of her pulse and a remounting to her old position of condescending command. But a parting lesson would not be amiss and she turned from him, saying with a carefully tempered indifference: "And Leff, too.
"O, Jordan bank was a great old bank, Dere ain't but one more river to cross. We have some valiant soldier here, Dere ain't, &c. O, Jordan stream will never run dry, Dere ain't, &c. Dere's a hill on my leff, and he catch on my right, Dere ain't but one more river to cross."
Leff spoke first, the only one among them whose thinking process had not been snapped: "If you keep on shouting for me to do your errands, I'll show you" he snatched up the gun and brought it to his shoulder with a lightning movement "I'll send you where you can't order me round you and this d d here." The inhibition was lifted and the three men rushed toward him.
It shone between Susan and Leff, standing forth as a survival of a pampered past. Susan's eye shifted toward it, fastened on it, waiting for Leff's hand to come and bear it away. But the hand executed no such expected maneuver. It planted the needle deliberately, pushed it through, drew it out with its long tail of thread. Surprise began to dispel her lethargy.
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