212 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
Adolph tripped gracefully forward, and Tom, with lumbering tread, went after.
" He 's a perfect behemoth! " said Marie.
" Come, now, Marie," said St. Clare, seating himself on a stool beside her sofa, " be gracious, and say something pretty to a fellow."
" You 've been gone a fortnight beyond the time," said the lady, pouting.
" Well, you know I wrote you the reason."
" Such a short, cold letter ! " said the lady.
" Dear me! the mail was just going, and it had to be that or nothing."
" That's just the way, always," said the lady ; " always something to make your journeys long, and letters short."
" See here, now," he added, drawing an elegant velvet case out of his pocket, and opening it, " here 's a present I got for you in New York."
It was a daguerreotype, clear and soft as an engraving, representing Eva and her father sitting hand in hand.
Marie looked at it with a dissatisfied air.
" What made you sit in such an awkward position ? " she said.
" Well, the position may be a matter of opinion ; but what do you think of the likeness ? "
" If you don't think anything of my opinion in one case, I.suppose you would n't in another," said the lady, shutting the daguerreotype.
" Hang the woman!' said St. Clare, mentally ; but aloud he added, " Come, now, Marie, what do you think of the likeness ? Don't be nonsensical, now."
" It 's very inconsiderate of you, St. Clare," said the lady, " to insist on my taking and looking at things. You know I 've been lying all day with the sick-headache ; and there 's been such a tumult made ever since you came, I 'm half dead."