"Jovial," said Berenice, addressing the negro, "have you a wife and a
cabin of your own?"
"Yes, madam; at your sarvice."
"Then let it be at my service in good earnest to-night, Jovial; take
this poor girl home, and ask your wife to take care of her to-night; and
receive this as your compensation," she said, putting a piece of gold in
the hand of the man.
"There can be no objection to that, I suppose, madam?" she inquired of
Mrs. Brudenell.
"None in the world, unless Dinah objects; it is not every honest negro
woman that will consent to have a creature like that thrust upon her.
Take her away, Jovial!"
"Come, Miss Nora, honey; my ole 'oman aint agwine to turn you away for
your misfortins: we leabes dat to white folk; she'll be a mother to you,
honey; and I'll be a father; an' I wish in my soul as I knowed de man as
wronged you; if I did, if I didn't give him a skin-full ob broken bones
if he was as white as cotton wool, if I didn't, my name aint Mr. Jovial
Brudenell, esquire, and I aint no gentleman. And if Mr. Reuben Gray
don't hunt him up and punish him, he aint no gentleman, neither!" said
Jovial, as he carefully led his half fainting charge along the passages
back to the kitchen.
The servants had all gone to bed, except Jovial, whose duty it was, as
major-domo, to go all around the house the last thing at night to fasten
the doors and windows and put out the fires and lights. So when they
reached the kitchen it was empty, though a fine fire was burning in the
ample chimney.
"There, my poor hunted hare, you sit down there an' warm yourself good,
while I go an' wake up my ole 'oman, an' fetch her here to get something
hot for you, afore takin' of you to de cabin, an' likewise to make a
fire dere for you; for I 'spects Dinah hab let it go out," said the
kind-hearted old man, gently depositing his charge upon a seat in the
chimney corner and leaving her there while he went to prepare for her
comfort.
When she was alone Nora, who had scarcely heeded a word of his
exhortation, sat for a few minutes gazing woefully into vacancy; then
she put her hand to her forehead, passing it to and fro, as if to clear
away a mist--a gesture common to human creatures bewildered with sorrow;
then suddenly crying out: "My Lord! It is true! and I have no business here! It is a sin and a
shame to be here! or anywhere! anywhere in the world!" And throwing up
her arms with a gesture of wild despair, she sprang up, tore open the
door, and the second time that night rushed out into the storm and
darkness.