"O Jools!"
"Mais, w'at de matter, Posson Jone'?"
"My sins, Jools, my sins!"
"Ah! Posson Jone', is that something to cry, because a man get sometime a litt' bit intoxicate? Mais, if a man keep all the time intoxicate, I think that is again' the conscien'."
"Jools, Jools, your eyes is darkened—oh I Jools, Where's my pore old niggah?"
"Posson Jone', never min'; he is wid Baptiste."
"Where?"
"I don' know w'ere—mais he is wid Baptiste. Baptiste is a beautiful to take care of somebody."
"Is he as good as you, Jools?" asked Parson Jones, sincerely.
Jules was slightly staggered.