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St. Clare, who was in his heart a poetical voluptuary, smiled as Miss Ophelia made her remark on his premises, and, turning to Tom, who was standing looking round, his beaming black face perfectly radiant with admiration, he said, “Tom, my boy, this seems to suit you.” “Yes, Mas’r, it looks about the right thing,” said Tom. All this passed in a moment, while trunks were being hustled off, hackmen paid, and while a crowd, of all ages and sizes,- men, women, and children,- came running through the galleries, both above and below, to see Mas’r come in. Fore- most among them was a highly-dressed young mulatto man, evidently a very dist- ingue personage, attired in the ultra extreme of the mode, and gracefully waving a scented cambric handkerchief in his hand. This personage had been exerting himself, with great alacrity, in driving all the flock of domestics to the other end of the verandah. “Back! all of you. I am ashamed of you,” he said, in a tone of authority. “Would you intrude on Master’s domestic relations, in the first hour of his re- turn?” All looked abashed at this elegant speech, delivered with quite an air, and stood huddled together at a respectable distance, except two stout porters, who came up and began conveying away the baggage. Owing to Mr. Adolph’s systematic arrangements, when St. Clare turned round from paying the hackman there was nobody in view but Mr. Adolph himself, con- |
