“But reflect—a quarrel becomes a duel here very readily—dare you provoke such a possibility?”
“Dear father, pray for me.”
“I will. Trust God, and every rod shall blossom for you. Be patient and prudent. Birds build their nests before they mate, and love needs the consecration of a home. Tell John to make one for you, and then to come and speak to Richard again. I don’t say, wait for riches; but I do say, wait for comforts. Comforts keep men innocent, bind them to virtue by the strong cords of friends, families, homes, and the kindnesses of kindred.”
But when Phyllis arrived at home Richard was not there. He had gone to the plantation, and left word for his sister that he might not return until late the following day. Phyllis was very wretched. She could hardly trust the message. It was possible that Richard had considered flight from temptation the wisest course, and that he expected John would leave during his absence. On the other hand, it was just as likely that John would not leave, and that the quarrel would be renewed at the hotel, or upon the street, under circumstances where every influence would be against the young men.
She was sure that if she had John’s promise to keep peace with Richard, that he would not break it; but she did not know whether he was still in the village or had gone away altogether. If the latter, she would certainly receive some message from him; and, if no message came, she must conclude that he was waiting for an opportunity to see her.
Harriet was sure that he was at the village ‘hotel.’ “Dime done seen him thar,” she said, positively, “and Mass’r John no sich fool as go way widout talkin’ up for himself. I was ‘stonished dis afternoon, Miss Phill, he took Mass’r Richard’s worryin’ dat quiet-like; but I could see de bearin’s ob things mighty plain.”
“You heard the quarrel, then, Harriet?”
“Couldn’t help hearin’ ob it, Miss Phill, no way; ‘case I right thar. I was in de dinin’-room fixin’ up de clean window curtains, and de young gen’lemen were on de p’azza. Cassie never do fix de curtains right; she’s not got de hang ob dem, Miss Phill; so I jist made up my mind to do ‘em myself; and while I was busy as a honey-bee ‘bout dem, Mass’r Richard, he walk proud-like up to Mass’r John, and say, he want to speak a few words wid him.’ Den I kind ob open my ears, case, Miss Phill, when gen’lemen want to ‘say a few words,’ dey’re most ob de time onpleasant ones.”
“Did Master John answer?”
“He looked kind ob ‘up-head,’ and says he, ‘Dat all right. I’se nothin’ gainst you sayin’ dem.’ So Mass’r Richard he tell him dat he hear some talk down town, and dat he won’t have you talked ‘bout, and dat as thar was to be no marryin’ ‘tween you two, Mass’r John better go way.” “Did Master Richard say ‘go away,’ Harriet?”