No, don't say a word--don't mind me--I'm all knocked out and--" Down went his face in his hands and he in a heap in the chair; then he stiffened and gave a little shiver to his elbows in the effort to keep himself from going completely to pieces, and scrambled to his feet again, one arm around Kate's neck, his free hand in Harry's.
"Take me everywhere and show me everything.

Todd, go and find Mr.Pawson and see if Mr.Gadgem is anywhere around; they've had something to do with this"-- here his eyes took in Todd--"You damned scoundrel, who the devil rigged you out in that new suit ?" "Marse Harry done sont me to de tailor.

See dem buttons ?--but dey ain't nuthin' to what's on the top shelf--you'll bust yo'self wide open a-laughin', Marse George, when ye sees what's in dar--you gotter come wid me--please Mistis an' Marse Harry, you come too.

Dis way--" Todd was full to bursting.

Had his grin been half an inch wider his ears would have dropped off.
"An' fore ye look at dem shelves der's annuder thing I gotter tell ye;--an' dat is dat the dogs--all fo' oh em is comin' in the mawnin'.
Mister Floyd's coach-man done tole me so," and with a jerk and a whoop, completely ignoring his master's exclamation of joy over the return of his beloved setters, the darky threw back the door of the little cubby-hole of a room where the Black Warrior and his brethren had once rested in peace, and pointed to a row of erect black bottles backed by another of recumbent ones.
"Look at dat wine, will ye, Marse George," he shouted, "all racked up on dern shelves?
Dat come f'om Mister Talbot Rutter wid dis yere cyard--" and he handed it out.
St.George reached over, took it from his hand, and read it aloud: "With the compliments of an old friend, who sends you herewith a few bottles of the Jefferson and some Sercial and old Port--and a basket or two of Royal Brown Sherry--nothing like your own, but the best he could scare up." Soon the newly polished and replated knocker began to get in its liveliest work: "Mrs.Richard Horn's compliments, and would St.George be pleased to accept a basket of Maryland biscuit and a sallylunn just out of the oven." Mrs.Bowdoin's compliments with three brace of ducks--"a little late in the season, my dear St.George, but they are just up from Currytuck where Mr.Bowdoin has had extremely good luck--for Mr.Bowdoin." "Mrs.Cheston's congratulations, and would Mr.
Temple do her the honor of placing on his sideboard an old Accomack County ham which her cook had baked that morning and which should have all the charm and flavor of the State which had given him birth--" and last a huge basket of spring roses from Miss Virginia Clendenning, accompanied by a card bearing the inscription--"You don't deserve them, you renegade," and signed--"Your deserted and heart-broken sweetheart." All of which were duly spread out on the sideboard, together with one lone bottle to which was attached an envelope.
Before the day was over half the club had called--Richard acting master of ceremonies--Kate and old Prim--( he seemed perfectly contented with the way everything had turned out)--doing the honors with St.George.
Pawson had also put in an appearance and been publicly thanked--a mark of St.George's confidence and esteem which doubled his practice before the year was out, and Gadgem-- No, Gadgem did not put in an appearance.