Wilkins smiled, nodded, and the glasses were drained to the bottom.
At this moment Quirk caught sight of Jeff, who had just been in to see Guly, but who now stood with his great eyes fixed upon the group before him, with a mixture of wonder and sadness in his glance.
"Ah, Jeff! oughtn't to forget you to-night. Have some?"
"Don't care, massa."
Quirk filled another glass to the brim.
"Now, Jeff, you must give us a toast, or you can't have the wine."
"Guy, massa, who ever heard of a nigga's toastin' white folks," replied Jeff, showing his whole range of ivories.
"Must give us something."
"Well, den, massa, if I must, I must. Here's hopin' you'll never be less de brack man's fren dan now you am."