“Sartain, sah—­no Clawbonny nigger t’ink he marry at all, ’less Masser Hardinge bless him and say Amen.  Ebberybody say ’e marriage is as good as ole Masser and Missusses.  Dis make two time Dido got married; and both time good, lawful ceremunny, as ebber was.  Oh! yes, sah!”

“And I hope your change of condition has proved to your mind, Dido, now the thing is done.  Old Cupid is no great matter in the way of beauty, certainly; but he is an honest, sober fellow enough.”

“Yes, sah, he dat, no one can deny.  Ah!  Masser Mile, em ’ere step-husband, after all, nebber jest like a body own husband!  Cupid berry honest, and berry sober; but he only step-husband; and dat I tell him twenty time already, I do t’ink, if trut’ was said.”

“Perhaps you have now said it often enough—­twenty times are quite sufficient to tell a man such a fact.”

“Yes, sah,” dropping another curtsey, “if Masser Mile please.”

“I do please, and think you have told him that often enough.  If a man won’t learn a thing in twenty lessons, he is not worth the trouble of teaching.  So tell him he’s a step-husband no more, but try something else.  I hope he makes Chloe a good father?”

“Lor’, sah, he no Chloe’s fadder, at all—­her fadder dead and gone, and nebber come back.  I want to say a word to young Masser, ’bout Chloe and dat ’ere fellow, Neb—­yes, sah.”

“Well, what is it, Dido?  I see they like each other, and suppose they wish to get married, too.  Is that the object of your visit? if so, I consent without waiting to be asked.  Neb will make no step-husband, I can promise you.”

“Don’t be in a hurry, Masser Mile,” said Dido, with an eagerness that showed this ready consent was anything but what she wanted.  “Dere many ’jection to Neb, when he ask to marry a young gal in Chloe sitiation.  You know, sah, Chloe now Miss Grace’s own waitin’-maid.  Nobody else help her dress, or do anything in ’e young missus’s room, dan Chloe, sheself—­my darter, Chloe Clawbonny!”

Here was a new turn given to the affair!  It was “like master, like man.”  Neb’s love (or lub, for that was just the word, and just the idea, too) was no more fated to run smooth than my own; and the same objection lay against us both, viz., want of gentility!  I determined to say a good word for the poor fellow, however; while it would have been exceeding the usage of the family to interfere in any other manner than by advice, in an affair of the heart.

“If Chloe is my sister’s favourite servant, Dido,” I remarked, “you are to remember that Neb is mine.”

“Dat true, sah, and so Chloe say; but dere great difference, Masser Mile, atween Clawbonny and a ship.  Neb own, himself, young Masser, he doesn’t even lib in cabin, where you lib, sah.”

“All that is true, Dido; but there is a difference of another sort between a ship and a house.  The house-servant may be more liked and trusted than the out-door servant; but we think, at sea, it is more honourable to be a foremast-hand than to be in the cabin, unless as an officer.  I was a foremast Jack some time, myself; and Neb is only in such a berth as his master once filled.”