"Quite likely," returned Jerry, pleased with the man's frankness.
"Besides, I belong to a respectable family, who will not mind paying something handsome to avoid exposure."
"Can't be bought, stranger; besides, respectable villains arn't any better nor others."
"True; but, you know, their friends, who are educated, are more sensitive in such matters than others."
"That mought be true, for's aught I know; but it's mighty strange you never thought of that sarcumstance before."
"Never was in limbo before."
"That's the go, is't? Look-a-here, stranger, is it the darbies, or the crime, which brings the disgrace upon the family? Accordin' to my notion,—and I believe I've got something besides nits and lice in my head,—it's the deed, and not the punishment, that fotches the disgrace. But whar does your family live?"
"In New Orleans," replied Vernon, who knew nothing to the contrary, though we are not sure that, if he had, it would have made any difference in his reply.
"And your name is Vernon?"
"It is."