Pete. Den I goes first, massa, ebery time. I wouldn't for de world disturb de confections dat exist between you two.
Kil. Faith, an' if yees have a foiner coat, you're a black guard shtill.
(Exeunt Kil. and Pete; the latter making fun of Kil.)
Polly. Pete's bright enough for him. I've taken quite a shine to my black diamond. (Bijah appears in door, C.) How devoted he is to the colonel! Heigho! wish some one was devoted to me. Nonsense; I don't care. I am so happy, now that horrid war is over. I am ready to embrace anybody and everybody. (Extends arms; Bijah steps quickly, and Polly embraces him.)
Bijah. And I am just the man to appreciate it, Polly.
Polly. Bijah Bright! Bless my soul, how you frighten me! Back from the war, are you?
Bijah. Yes, Polly. When I left you, patriotism filled my breast. I carried the flag, torn and tattered as it was, and, contrary to your expectations, was not suspended in mid-air. I lived for glory by day, and at night dreamed sweet dreams. They were all of you, Polly.
Polly. Dreaming of me! Stuff and nonsense. Do you take me for a brainless Down-Easter, that you come with your sweet words and “palaverin” smiles. (Dramatically.) Away! “I'll have none of you.”
Bijah (sinks into chair). Won't you ever forgive me, Polly, for that day in camp?