'Live with me, you mean, Savanna; for, indeed, I cannot spare you. Remember, you have given me a right to claim your life as mine; nor can I allow you to throw away my property in fruitless lamentations, and the indolent indulgence of regret. You shall go to Jamaica, Savanna: Heaven forbid that I should keep a wife from her duty! You shall see and try to recover William if he be really ill,' (Savanna here threw herself on Adeline's neck,) 'and then you shall return to me, who will either warmly share in your satisfaction or fondly sooth your distress.'
'Den you do love poor Savanna?'
'Love you! Indeed I do, next to my child, and,—and my mother,' replied Adeline, her voice faltering.
'Name not dat woman,' cried Savanna hastily; 'me will never see, never speak to her even in heaven.'
'Savanna, remember, she is my mother.'
'Yes, and Mr Berrendale be your husban; and yet, who dat love you can love dem?'
'Savanna,' replied Adeline, 'these proofs of your regard, though reprehensible, are not likely to reconcile me to your departure; and I already feel that in losing you—' Here she paused, unable to proceed.
'Den me no go—me no go:—yet, dearest lady, you have love yourself.'
'Aye, Savanna, and can feel for you: so say no more. The only difficulty will be to raise money enough to pay for your passage, and expenses while there.'
'Oh! me once nurse the captain's wife who now going to Jamaica, and she love me very much; and he tell me yesterday that he let me go for nothing, because I am good nurse to his wife, if me wish to see William.'