Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 137: what you’re looking at

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128 ARTHUR’S HARANGUE. | he had succeeded. She thought him very clever and origi- nal, and preferred him to any of Arthur’s other friends. It is true they had not had the opportunity to become par- ticularly well acquainted owing to the unfortunate circum- stances attendant upon their marriage, but women are in- stinctively quick in reading character, and Gertrude felt sure that her husband’s friendship for Mr. Forrest would be shared by her before long, and so it proved. As Arthur had predicted, the first person they saw on the deck of the Gascogne, as they stepped off the gang- plank, was Dick’s man, Cesar, laden with rugs, books, etc., his thick lips parted in a broad smile which displayed his even, white teeth like rows of ripe corn. Ceesar always rejoiced when he heard that his master intended crossing the ocean, although on the first trip the rolling of the ship had made him so horribly sick that he was certain death was imminent. Having conquered the mal de mer, how- ever, in his numerous other experiences on the ocean wave he had learned to thoroughly approve of the indolent life and perfect freedom from care which was his from one shore to the other. ‘‘So your master got here, after all, did he, Ceasar? Where is he?’’ called out Arthur. ‘In his room, sah,’’ answered the darky, with another erin and a quick bob of the body intended for a salute. ‘Yes, Mars’er Arthur, we’re heah.’’ Arthur made his wife and Miss Cameron comfortable in their steamer chairs, and then, with his valet and Ellen, went below. On the way he met Dick coming up. ‘So you have decided to come?”’ said Arthur, as they shook hands. ‘‘Couldn’t resist your appeal, to save my life,’’ replied GOomichookssco