"Yeou look sick, madam."
"I want none of your wares I tell you."
"Law now—"
"Please go."
"But see here, mebbe yeou don't know who I be. I'm Jathom Green, from
Goose Creek, down ter Vermount."
"But this is nothing to me I tell you."
The Yankee glanced carelessly, yet keenly, about the room. He noticed everything without seeming to do so. Folding up his spectacles, he finally returned them to his pocket and retired.
Just at dusk a man ran up the steps and opened the front door.
He did not resemble the man we have seen in the carriage some time before. He followed the woman at once to a back room, flung his elegantly clad frame into a chair, and gazed fixedly at the trim figure of the woman before him.
Producing a cigar he lit it before uttering a word.