"Yeah, but Peter 'll come to a en' wid you when he ma'ies dat stuck-up yellow fly-by-night, Cissie Dildine."
"He's not going to marry her," said the Captain, comfortably.
"Huh!"
"Peter told me he didn't intend to marry Cissie Dildine."
"Shu! Then whut fur dey go roun' peepin' at each other lak a couple o' niggers roun' a haystack?"
The old lawyer was annoyed.
"Peeping where?"
"Why, right in front o' dis house, dat's wha; ever' day when dat hussy passes up to de Arkwrights', wha she wucks. She pokes along an' walls her eyes roun' at dis house lak a calf wid de splivins."
"That going on now?"
"Ever' day."