He did not like her "How d'ye," although he knew how common a salutation
it was at the South. It savored of Mandy Ann, and her accent was like
Mandy Ann's, and her white dress instead of pleasing him filled him with
disgust for himself, as he remembered when he first saw it and thought
it fine. She had worn a rose then, and he had asked her for it, and put
it in his pocket, like an insane idiot, Tom had said. She wore a rose
now, but he didn't ask her for it, and he dropped her hand almost as
soon as he took it, and called himself a brute when he saw the color
come and go in her face, and how she trembled as she sat beside him. He
knew she was pretty, and graceful, and modest, and that she loved him
as no other woman ever would, but she was untrained, and uneducated, and
unused to the world--his world, which would scan her with cold,
wondering eyes. He couldn't do it, and he wouldn't--certainly, not yet.
He would wait and see what came of his plan which he must unfold, and
tell her why he had come. But not there where the old woman might hear
and understand, and where he felt sure Mandy Ann was listening. She had
stolen down the stairs and gone ostensibly to meet a woman whom Eudora
called Sonsie, and who, she said, came every day to do the work now Jake
was away.
"Who is Jake?" the man asked, and Eudora replied, "The negro who has
taken care of us since I can remember. He is free, but does for us, and
is in Richmond now, valleying for a gentleman who pays him big wage, and
he spends it all for us."
The stranger flushed at her words indicative of her station, and then
suggested that they go outside where they could be sure of being alone,
as he had much to say to her.
"Perhaps you will walk part way with me on my return to the 'Hatty,'" he
said, glancing at his watch and feeling surprised to find how late it
was.
Instantly Eudora, who had seemed so listless, woke up with all the
hospitality of her Southern nature roused to action. "Surely you'll have
supper with me," she said. "Sonsie is here to get it and will have it
directly."
There was no good reason for refusing, although he revolted against
taking supper in that humble cabin, with possibly that old woman at the
table; but he swallowed his pride and, signifying his assent, went
outside, where they came upon Mandy Ann in a crouching attitude under
the open casement. She was listening, of course, but sprang to her feet
as the two appeared, and said in response to her mistress's "What are
you doing here?" "Nothin', Miss Dory, fo' de Lawd, nothing, but huntin'
on de groun' for somethin' what done drap out de windy upstars."
The stranger knew she was lying, and Eudora knew it, but said nothing
except to bid the girl get up and assist Sonsie with the supper. Mandy
Ann had once said of her mistress to Jake, "She hain't no sperrit to
spar," and Jake had replied, "Lucky for you, Mandy Ann, that she hain't
no sperrit, for ef she had she'd of done pulled every har out of your
head afore now."
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