United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
And he detailed with the most convincing and graphic diction the
disaster that had befallen the too-confiding Acrobat.
Julius was very definitely impressed with the imminence of his peril.
"The son of Belial!" he exclaimed in dismay.
"Naw sah,--_dat_ ain't his daddy's Christian name," said Uncle Ephraim,
ingenuously. "'Tain't Benial!--dough it's mighty nigh ez comical. Hit's
'_Fluellen_'--same ez dis man's. I hearn ole Marster call it--but what
you laffin' at? Dee bed better come out'n dat duck-fit! Folks can hear
ye giggling plumb down ter de Big Gate!"
He was constrained to take himself downstairs presently, lest he be
missed, although longing to continue his discourse. His caution in his
departure, his crafty listening for sounds from below before he would
trust his foot to the stair, his swift, gliding transit to the more
accustomed region of the second story, the art he expended in concealing
in a dust cloth the bowl in which he had conveyed "the forage," as
Julius called it--all were eminently reassuring to the man who stood in
such imminent peril for a casual whim as he gazed after "the raven's"
flight.
Solitary, silent, isolated, the day became intolerably dull to the young
soldier as it wore on. He dared not absorb himself in a book, although
there were many old magazines in a case which stood near the stairs, for
thus he might fail to note an approach. Once he heard the treble babble
of two of the "ladies" and the strange, infrequent harsh tone of the
deaf-mute, and he paused to murmur, "Bless their dear little souls!"
with a tender smile on his face. And suddenly, his attention still bent
upon the region below stairs, so unconscious of his presence above,
there came to him the full, mellow sound of a stranger's voice, a
well-bred, decorous voice with a conventional but pleasant laugh; and
then, both in the hallway now, Leonora's drawling contralto, with its
cantabile effects, her speech seeming more beautiful than the singing of
other women. The front door closed with a bang, and Julius realized
that they had gone forth together. He stood in vague wonderment and
displeasure. Was it possible, he asked himself, that she really received
this man's attentions, appeared publicly in his company, accepted his
escort? Then, to assure himself, he sprang to the window and looked out
upon the grove.
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