Arrived at his stylish house, he escorted her to a large chamber elegantly furnished. "I told you I would treat you like a princess," he said; "and I will keep my word." He would have seated himself; but she prevented him, saying, "I have one favor to ask, and I shall be very grateful to you, if you will please to grant it." "What is it, my charmer?" he inquired. "I will consent to anything reasonable." She answered, "I could not get a wink of sleep in that filthy prison; and I am extremely tired. Please leave me till to-morrow." "Ah, why did you compel me to send you to that abominable place? It grieved me to cast such a pearl among swine. Well, I want to convince you that I am a kind master; so I suppose I must consent. But you must reward me with a kiss before I go." This was the hardest trial of all; but she recollected the danger of exciting his suspicions, and complied. He returned it with so much ardor, that she pushed him away impetuously; but softening her manner immediately, she said, in pleading tones, "I am exceedingly tired; indeed I am!" He lingered, and seemed very reluctant to go; but when she again urged her request, he said, "Good night, my beauty! I will send up some refreshments for you, before you sleep." He went away, and she had a very uncomfortable sensation when she heard him lock the door behind him. A prisoner, with such a jailer! With a quick movement of disgust, she rushed to the water-basin and washed her lips and her hands; but she felt that the stain was one no ablution could remove. The sense of degradation was so cruelly bitter, that it seemed to her as if she should die for very shame. In a short time, an elderly mulatto woman, with a pleasant face, entered, bearing a tray of cakes, ices, and lemonade. "I don't wish for anything to eat," said Loo Loo, despondingly. "Oh, don't be givin' up, in dat ar way," said the mulatto, in kind, motherly tones. "De Lord ain't a-gwine to forsake ye. Ye may jus' breeve what Aunt Debby tells yer. I'se a poor ole nigger; but I hab 'sarved dat de darkest time is allers jus afore de light come. Eat some ob dese yer goodies. Ye oughter keep yoursef strong fur de sake ob yer friends." Loo Loo looked at her earnestly, and repeated, "Friends? How do you know I _have_ any friends?" "Oh, I'se poor ole nigger," rejoined the mulatto. "I don't knows nottin'." The captive looked wistfully after her, as she left the room. She felt disappointed; for something in the woman's ways and tones had excited a hope within her. Again the key turned on the outside; but it was not long before Debby reappeared with a bouquet. "Massa sent young Missis dese yer fowers," she said. "Put them down," rejoined Loo Loo, languidly. "Whar shall I put 'em?" inquired the servant. "Anywhere, out of my way," was the curt reply.