You ought to have seen little Airy, too, Keith. He was already famous when you were here. He is rightly named; a very Ariel for grace and sportiveness. With the African light-heartedness, he has also something of African pathos. In his silent smile there is a delicate sadness,--not the trace of any pain he has known, but like the lingering of an inherited regret. His transitions are more rapid than belong to our race: while you are still laughing at his drollery, you see that he has suddenly passed far away from you; his soft, shadowy eyes are looking out from under their drooping lashes into a land where your sight cannot follow them. "If you were to go there again, it would be worth while to ask for him," I said to the Doctor. "Airy Harvey is one of the wonders of our world." "Airy Harvey!" cried the Doctor; "does Harvey allow his servants to bear his name? Westlake strictly forbids the use of his to his people. But then he supplies them with magnificent substitutes. He doesn't think any name but his own too good for them." "Does he forbid them to take it?" asked Barton. "I heard so, but thought it was a joke. Why, there isn't a living thing on his place but goes by his name, down to that handsome hound that follows him, who's known everywhere about as Nero Westlake." Barton seemed to enjoy Westlake's failure, and so, I am afraid, did the Doctor. He laughed heartily. "He's rather unlucky," he said, "considering it's almost the only thing he is particular about." "I don't believe Mr. Harvey could change the custom either, if he wished," I said; "but I do not think he does wish it. A name is a strong bond." "That's true," said the Doctor. "Harvey's a wise man; it's a means of government." "If I had to live under one of them," said Barton, "Westlake's haphazard fashions would suit me better than Harvey's regular system: a life in which everything is known beforehand tells on the nerves. But, strangely enough, Mr. Harvey never loses one of his people, and Westlake's are always slipping off." "If Harvey carried on his plantation himself, as Westlake does," replied the Doctor, "he would be adored where now he is only loved. His rule would abound in that element of uncertainty whose charm you appreciate so justly. But he is wisely content to reign and not to govern." "Mr. Harvey has a good overseer, I understand," said Barton,--"supervisor, though, I believe it is." "Lenox; yes. He is able, perfectly temperate, cool, inflexible, and just." "You have learned his character from Mr. Harvey?" "And from what I have myself seen. The estate is really well ordered,--all things considered; Harvey tells me it is rare that a complaint is heard from his negroes." "Lenox takes care of that," said Harry. "And he ought. I walked round among the cabins with Harvey. Not a creature but had his petition; not one but would have had his grievance, if he had dared." "Do you suppose they have no real grievances, then?"