Mortimer, highly
flattered by these kind words, "you can bank on it, Rufus Bennett's
word is his bond. Rufus Bennett is a white man!"
The two old friends clasped hands with a good deal of feeling.
"I am not disputing Mr. Bennett's claim to belong to the Caucasian
race," said Mrs. Hignett, "I merely maintain that this house is...."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" interrupted Jane. "You can thresh all that out
some other time. The point is, if this fellow is your nephew, I don't
see what we can do. We'll have to let him go."
"I came to this house," said Sam, raising his vizor to facilitate
speech, "to make a social call...."
"At this hour of the night!" snapped Mrs. Hignett. "You always were
an inconsiderate boy, Samuel."
"I came to enquire after poor Eustace's ankle. I've only just heard
that the poor chap was ill."
"He's getting along quite well," said Jane, melting. "If I had known
you were so fond of Eustace...."
"All right, is he?" said Sam.
"Well, not quite all right, but he's going on very nicely.
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