United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
In a short time some young men came in. They appeared to be brothers
and cousins of the young ladies, or perhaps there was a lover or so
among them. One went to a spinet which stood at the end of the room,
and another brought in a violin and began to strike up a dancing air.
Then, to show that we were civilised beings, O'Driscoll and I rose to
our feet, and each offering a hand to a young lady, we commenced a
minuet to the air which was being played. We flattered ourselves that
we performed our parts to admiration, though our knowledge had been
picked up during a few evenings spent on shore at New York during our
last stay there. To the minuet succeeded a regular country-dance. Here
O'Driscoll felt that he could show off in right good style, and
accordingly frisked and frolicked and jumped about in the most vehement
way imaginable. He soon danced himself into the good graces of all the
lady part of the community, who seemed to admire his red hair and ruddy
cheeks, which formed so great a contrast to their own complexions. I
heard them remarking that he was a _joli garcon_ and a _bon garcon_, and
the more impudent he looked, and the more he frolicked, the more they
admired him. I came in for some share of their commendations, I flatter
myself, though not perhaps to so large a one as he did, but whether or
not from the same cause I will not pretend to say. Evening was drawing
on and our contentment and hilarity were at their height--as to being
prisoners, we forgot all about that--when who should pop his head in at
the door but the ugly black rascal who had acted as our guard, the
fellow with the long pistols and hanger. We endeavoured to ignore his
acquaintance and laughed heartily in his face, when he said that he had
come to carry us off.
"Pooh, pooh!" exclaimed O'Driscoll, going up to him, and, shaking him by
the shoulders, turned him about to shove him out of the room; but an
harangue he uttered appeared to have a considerable effect on our host.
What he said I do not know. Our host's manner at once changed towards
us.
"It appears, gentlemen," said he, coming up to us, "that you are setting
at defiance the authorities of the island. I cannot sanction such a
proceeding. I took you for very different people to what I now find
that you are. I regret it, but I must give you back into custody."
Such was the import of the old gentleman's address as far as we could
comprehend it. It made us look very blue and feel very foolish. The
worst of it was, that even our fair friends began to turn up their noses
at us. Suddenly O'Driscoll slapped his leg with vehemence.
"I'll bet a thousand dollars that black scoundrel has been telling a
parcel of lies about us, which has so suddenly made our friend, Monsieur
Shagreen here, so suddenly change his opinion of us. I'll ask him, and
assure him that the blackamoor is not to be trusted."
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