“Isn’t it beautiful?”
“’T is a pretty place,”... “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“’T is a pretty place,” said Miss Ophelia, as she alighted; “though it looks rather old and heathenish to me
Tom got down from the carriage, and looked about with an air of calm, still enjoymentThe negro, it must be remembered, is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has, deep in his heart, a passion for all that is splendid, rich, and fanciful; a passion which, rudely indulged by an untrained taste, draws on them the ridicule of the colder and more correct white raceClare, who was in heart a poetical voluptuary, smiled as Miss Ophelia made her remark on his premises, and, turning to Tom, who was standing looking round, his beaming black face perfectly radiant with admiration, he said,
“Tom, my boy, this seems to suit you
“Yes, Mas’r, it looks about the right thing,” said Tom
All this passed in a moment, while trunks were being hustled off, hackman paid, and while a crowd, of all ages and sizes,—men, women, and children,—came running through the galleries, both above and below to see Mas’r come inForemost among them was a highly-dressed young mulatto man, evidently a very distingue personage, attired in the ultra extreme of the mode, and gracefully waving a scented cambric handkerchief in his hand
This personage had been exerting himself, with great alacrity, in driving all the flock of domestics to the other end of the verandahI am ashamed of you,” he said, in a tone of authority“Would you intrude on Master’s domestic relations, in the first hour of his return?”
All looked abashed at this elegant speech, delivered with quite an air, and stood huddled together at a respectful distance, except two stout porters, who came up and began conveying away the baggageAdolph’s systematic arrangements, when StClare turned round from paying the hackman, there was nobody in view but MrAdolph himself, conspicuous in satin vest, gold guard-chain, and white pants, and bowing with inexpressible grace and suavity
“Ah, Adolph, is it you?” said his master, offering his hand to him; “how are you, boy?” while Adolph poured forth, with great fluency, an extemporary speech, which he had been preparing, with great care, for a fortnight before
“Well, well,” said StClare, passing on, with his usual air of negligent drollery, “that’s very well got up, AdolphSee that the baggage is well bestowedI’ll come to the people in a minute;” and, so saying, he led Miss Ophelia to a large parlor that opened on the verandah
While this had been passing, Eva had flown like a bird, through the porch and parlor, to a little boudoir opening likewise on the verandah
A tall, dark-eyed, sallow woman, half rose from a couch on which she was reclining
“Mamma!” said Eva, in a sort of a rapture, throwing herself on her neck, and embracing her over and over again
“That’ll do,—take care, child,—don’t, you make my head ache,” said the mother, after she had languidly kissed herClare came in, embraced his wife in true, orthodox, husbandly fashion, and then presented to her his cousinMarie lifted her large eyes on her cousin with an air of some curiosity, and received her with languid politenessA crowd of servants now pressed to the entry door, and among them a middle-aged mulatto woman, of very respectable appearance, stood foremost, in a tremor of expectation and joy, at the door
“O, there’s Mammy!” said Eva, as she flew across the room; and, throwing herself into her arms, she kissed her repeatedly
This woman did not tell her that she made her head ache, but, on the contrary, she hugged her, and laughed, and cried, till her sanity was a thing to be doubted of; and when released from her, Eva flew from one to another, shaking hands and kissing, in a way that Miss Ophelia afterwards declared fairly turned her stomach
“Well!” said Miss Ophelia, “you southern children can do something that I couldn’t
“What, now, pray?” said St
“Well, I want to be kind to everybody, and I wouldn’t have anything hurt; but as to kissing—”
“Niggers,” said StClare, “that you’re not up to,—hey?”
“Yes, that’s itClare laughed, as he went into the passage“Halloa, here, what’s to pay out here? Here, you all—Mammy, Jimmy, Polly, Sukey—glad to see Mas’r?” he said, as he went shaking hands from one to another“Look out for the babies!” he added, as he stumbled over a sooty little urchin, who was crawling upon all fours“If I step upon anybody, let ’em mention it
There was an abundance of laughing and blessing Mas’r, as StClare distributed small pieces of change among them
“Come, now, take yourselves off, like good boys and girls,” he said; and the whole assemblage, dark and light, disappeared through a door into a large verandah, followed by Eva, who carried a large satchel, which she had been filling with apples, nuts, candy, ribbons, laces, and toys of every description, during her whole homeward journeyClare turned to go back his eye fell upon Tom, who was standing uneasily, shifting from one foot to the other, while Adolph stood negligently leaning against the banisters, examining Tom through an opera-glass, with an air that would have done credit to any dandy living
“Puh! you puppy,” said his master, striking down the opera glass; “is that the way you treat your company? Seems to me, Dolph,” he added, laying his finger on the elegant figured satin vest that Adolph was sporting, “seems to me that’s my
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