First they abused the impudent young pusson they had left behind, and nearly annihilated Dolf when he attempted a word in the young woman's favor.
"I 'clar," cried Clo at last; "Mr. Dolf, yer go 'long as crooked as a rail fence; what am de matter, are yer jest done gone and no 'count nigger any how?"
Dolf only gave a racy chuckle.
"I guess goin' into the wash-room turned his head," said Vic.
"De siety I'se enjoyin' at dis minit," said deceitful Dolf, "is enough to turn de head of any gemman."
"Oh, we know all 'bout dat," said Vic.
"In course you does," returned Dolf, forgetting Clorinda, and trying to seize Vic's hand, but so uncertain were his movements that she readily escaped him.
Clorinda saw it all; it was fuel to the flame which consumed her.
"Miss Victory," said she, "yer needn't push me into de brook."
"Who's a pushin' of yer?" retorted Victoria, with equal acidity.