Tickell hastily, and ran off for the purpose; but he
returned after some time with a long face. No Ramgolam to be found.
Fullalove referred her--with humour-twinkling eye--to Vespasian. "I have
a friend here who says he can tell you something about him."
"Can you, my good man?" inquired the lady, turning haughtily towards the
negro.
"Iss, Missy," said Vespasian, showing his white teeth in a broad grin,
"dis child knows where to find dat ar niggar, widout him been and
absquatulated since."
"Then go and fetch him directly."
Vespasian went off with an obedient start.
This annoyed Fullalove; interfered with his system: "Madam," said he
gravely, "would you oblige me by bestowing on my friend a portion of that
courtesy with which you favour me, and which becomes you so gracefully?"
"Certainly not," replied Mrs. Beresford. "Mr. Fullalove, I am out of
patience with you: the idea of a sensible intelligent gentleman like you
calling that creature your friend! And you an American, where they do
nothing but whip them from morning till night. Who ever heard of making
friends with a black?--Now what is the meaning of this? I detest
practical jokes.
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