“Let me speak to Masser Mile; he’ll fetch up her objeckshun wid a round turn.”

“What dat, Neb?”

“It mean Masser will order her to consent.”

“Dat nebber saterfy my conscience, Neb.  We be nigger dat true; but no Clawbonny master ebber tell a Clawbonny slabe to get marry, or not to get marry, as he choose.  Dat would be intollabull, and not to be supported!  No; mattermony is religion; and religion free.  No colour’ young lady hab vergin affeckshun, to t’row ’em away on just whom her masser say.  But, Neb, dere one odder differculty to our uner dat I don’t know—­sometime, I feel awful about it!”

As Chloe now spoke naturally, for the first time.  Neb was evidently startled; and I had sufficient amusement, and sufficient curiosity, to remain stationary in order to hear what this new obstacle might be.  The voice of the negress was music itself; almost as sweet as Lucy’s; and I was struck with a slight tremor that pervaded it, as she so suddenly put an end to all her own affectation of sentiment, and nipped her airs and graces, as it might be, in the bud.

“Nebber talk to me of mattermony, Neb,” Chloe continued, almost sobbing as she spoke, “while Miss Grace be in dis berry bad way!  It hard enough to see her look so pale and melercholy, widout t’inking of becomin’ a wife.”

“Miss Grace will grow better, now Masser Mile carry her on de water.  If he only take her to sea, she get so fat and hearty, no libbin’ wid her!”

Chloe did not acquiesce in this opinion; she rather insisted that “Miss Grace” was altogether too delicate and refined a person to live in a ship.  But the circumstance that struck me with the greatest force, in this characteristic dialogue, was the fact that Chloe betrayed to me the consciousness of the cause of my sister’s indisposition; while true to her sex’s instincts, and faithful to her duty, the girl completely concealed it from her lover.  I was also oppressively struck with the melancholy forebodings that appeared in Chloe’s manner, rather than in her words, and which made it apparent that she doubted of her young mistress’s recovery.  She concluded the conversation by saying—­

“No, no, Neb—­don’t talk to me of mattermony while Miss Grace so ill; and if any t’ing should happen, you need nebber talk to me of it, at all.  I could nebber t’ink of any uner (union) should anyt’ing happen to Miss Grace.  Lub (love) will die forebber in de family, when Miss Grace die!”

I turned away, at this speech, the tears starting to my eyes, and saw Lucy standing in the companion-way.  She was waiting to speak to me, and no sooner caught my eye, than beckoning me to her side, she let me know that my sister desired to see me.  Erasing every sign of emotion as soon as possible, I descended with Lucy, and was soon at the side of my sister’s berth.