Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue: A Tale of the Mississippi and the South-westOptic, Oliver
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Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue: A Tale of the Mississippi and the South-west
Optic, Oliver
African Americans -- Fiction; Enslaved persons -- United States -- Fiction
De Guy reflected a moment; from the shade of displeasure on his
countenance, it was evident he disliked the interference of the doctor.
"About four days ago."
"When did you last see your uncle, Miss Dumont?" asked the doctor.
"I have not seen him since the second day of our journey,"--which was
the time that Jaspar had been left at the wood-yard.
"Probably, then, he has returned to Bellevue. It is singular that, under
the instructions of the will, he should leave you in this unceremonious
manner."
"Not at all," interrupted De Guy.
"You speak as though you were familiar with his motions," said Dr.
Vaudelier, with a penetrating glance at the attorney.
"To some extent, I am," replied the silky-toned lawyer, with a smile
which was intended to declare his own innocence in any of the plots of
Jaspar. "He has voluntarily acquainted me with some of the particulars
of this unfortunate affair."
"Indeed, sir!"
"Such is the fact," continued the attorney, with professional ease; "he
has sent for Miss Dumont in order to effect a compromise."
"A compromise!" exclaimed Emily, with disdain; "there can be no
compromise, short of restoring, absolutely, my rights!"
"It is very probable he is quite ready to do so," replied the
accommodating attorney.
"May I ask what has produced this singular and sudden change in the
purpose of my uncle?"
"Well, madam, it would be difficult to explain the precise reasons. His
mind seemed troubled; I advised him to unburden to me, which he did. The
conclusion of the whole matter is, he has taken this step by my
advice," said De Guy, with an air of the deepest humility.
Emily was somewhat moved, by the revelation of the attorney, from the
stern reserve she had manifested, and said,
"I am grateful for your interest in my behalf."
"Do not mention it, madam. There is a pleasure in doing one's duty,
which is superior to every other gratification."
"May I ask what prompted you to give such advice?" asked Dr. Vaudelier,
incredulously.
"The consciousness that my duty to this lady demanded it. It was not
exactly in keeping with the profession, I am aware; but I felt obliged
to sacrifice professional consistency to the call of justice," said the
attorney, in such a way as to leave it doubtful whether he was
perpetrating a jest or a moral axiom.
"Humph!" said the doctor, with a doubtful sneer.
"Principle before professional advantage, is my motto, sir," continued
De Guy.
"Pray, what gave you the first intimation that all was not right between
this lady and her uncle?"
"The voluntary confession of Mr. Dumont," replied De Guy, readily.
"You do not believe Mr. Dumont would have abandoned his purpose, just as
it was in the very act of being consummated, without a strong motive."
"True; I understand that the body-servant of the late Colonel Dumont is
upon this island. He must have informed the lady, by this time, of his
share in the transaction."
"Well."
"And Mr. Dumont saw the boy the night before he left the steamer."
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