ma'ies dat stuck-up yellow fly-by-night, Cissie Dildine.”
“He's not going to marry her,” said the Captain, comfortably.
“Huh!”
“Peter told me he didn't intend to marry Cissie Dildine.”
“Shu! Then whut fur dey go roun' peepin' at each other lak a couple o' niggers roun' a haystack?”
The old lawyer was annoyed.
“Peeping where?”
“Why, right in front o' dis house, dat's wha; ever' day when dat hussy passes up to de Arkwrights', wha she wucks. She pokes along an' walls her eyes roun' at dis house lak a calf wid de splivins.”
“That going on now?”
“Ever' day.”
A deep uneasiness went through the old man. He moistened his lips.
“But Peter said—”
“Good Gawd! Mars' Renfrew, whut diff'ence do it make whut Peter say? Ain't you foun' out yit when a he-nigger an' a she-nigger gits to peepin' at each udder, whut dey says don't lib in de same neighbo'hood wid whut dey does?”
This was delivered with such energy that it completely undermined the Captain's faith in Peter, and the fact angered the old gentleman.
“That'll do, Rose; that'll do. That's all I need of you.”
