“Well?” inquired Miss Fronde.
“He done gone, miss.”
“Very well.”
“I done sca’ him ’way.”
“Quite right. That will do. You may go.”
“He—he lef’ a messidge fo’ yo’, miss.”
“You need not deliver it.”
“Yes, miss, but——”
“You must not deliver it. I will hear no message from that person; and if he ever should dare to present himself here again you are to treat him just as you have to-day.”
“Yes, miss, sartinly, des as yo’ say. Doag an all?”