“Why didn’t you say so before he went in?”
“I reckoned you all knowed it.”
“Well I didn’t. We’ll leave your place if you prefer.”
“Oh ye’re welcome, yerself, an’ I reckon he kin stay. But I’m allowin’ yo’ ought to pay extry fer him instid o’ half price.”
Morey looked at the proprietor and his usually smiling face changed to a cold expression. Then he smiled.
“You are the proprietor, aren’t you?”
“Me and my wife.”
“Well, I am Mortimer Marshall, of Aspley Place, Lee’s Court House. In my part of Virginia a contract is a contract. Where I go my boy goes.”
“A nigger ’at kin dress like that coon, kin pay his bills, I reckon.”