Enter Hannah, R.
Hannah. I don’t keer what missis says; I don’t like Cato, an’ I won’t live wid him. I always love my Sammy, an’ I loves him now.
[Knock at the door—goes to the door.
Enter Maj. Moore, M. D.
Walk in, sir; take a seat. I’ll call missis, sir; massa is gone away.
[Exit Hannah, R.
Maj. Moore. So I am here at last, and the Colonel is not at home. I hope his wife is a good-looking woman. I rather like fine-looking women, especially when their husbands are from home. Well, I’ve studied human nature to some purpose. If you wish to get the good will of a man, don’t praise his wife, and if you wish to gain the favor of a woman, praise her children, and swear that they are the picture of their father, whether they are or not. Ah! here comes the lady.
Enter Mrs. Gaines, R.
Mrs. G. Good morning, sir!