"And so you did it all, Augustus? You must be a clever fellow!"
"I think so. If you could but have seen us this morning. I and Massa General looking over the banisters whilst Missy Elinor was running away; and Massa Sinclair in de hall, trembling all over like a ninny, for fear Massa General should see him—Massa General and me splitting sides all the time. D——d good! like a play. He! he! he!"
I groaned again.
"Sure you are not well, old boy? Try the bitters."
"I have had enough," said I. "I must begone."
"Don't hurry, old fellow. Can't ask you again. Go to town to-morrow. Meet General Travis to-morrow night. Him sewed up. 'Gustus neber desert him."
"The general will not return then?"
"Him too good judge!"
"And Mr Sinclair and the lady?"
"They married by this time. I say, old boy, let's drink their health."