"
"Now, Willie, 'no more of this, an thou lovest me.' I came not out
to-day to listen to an abolition harangue, nor a moral homily, but to
have a good time, to be civil and merry withal, if you will allow it. Of
course you don't like Franklin's discharge, and of course you have done
something to compensate him. I know--you have found him another place.
No,--you couldn't do that?
"No, I couldn't."
"Well, you've settled him somewhere,--confess."
"He has some work for the present; some copying for me, and translating,
for this unfortunate is a scholar, you know."
"Very good; then let it rest. Granted the poor devils have a bad time of
it, you're not bound to sacrifice yourself for them. If you go on at
this pace, you'll bring up with the long-haired, bloomer reformers, and
then--God help you. No, you needn't say another word,--I sha'n't
listen,--not one; so. Here we are! school yonder,--well situated?"
"Capitally."
"Fine day."
"Very."
"Clara will be charmed to see you."
"You flatter me. I hope so."
"There, now you talk rationally. Don't relapse. We will go up and hear
the pretty creatures read their little pieces, and sing their little
songs, and see them take their nice blue-ribboned diplomas, and fall in
love with their dear little faces, and flirt a bit this evening, and
to-morrow I shall take Ma'm'selle Clara home to Mamma Russell, and you
may go your ways.
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