That is one of the niggers, sir.
Maj. M. I beg your pardon, madam; I beg your pardon.
Mrs. G. No offence, sir; mistakes will be made. Ah! here comes the Colonel.
Enter Dr. Gaines, M. D.
Dr. Gaines. Bless my soul, how are you, Major? I’m exceedingly pleased to see you. Be seated, be seated, Major.
Mrs. G. Please excuse me, gentlemen; I must go and look after dinner, for I’ve no doubt that the Major will have an appetite for dinner, by the time it is ready.
[Exit Mrs. Gaines, R.
Maj. M. Colonel, I’m afraid I’ve played the devil here to-day.
Dr. G. Why, what have you done?