The next day Mr.Bruteman dined with his master, and Tom was in attendance upon the table.

Their conversation was at first about cotton crops, the prices of negroes, and other business matters, to which Tom paid little attention.

But a few minutes afterward his ears were wide open.
"I suppose you came prepared to pay that debt you owe me," said Mr.
Bruteman.
"I am obliged to ask an extension of your indulgence," replied Mr.
Fitzgerald.

"It is not in my power to raise that sum just now." "How is that possible," inquired Mr.Bruteman, "when you have married the daughter of a Boston nabob ?" "The close old Yankee keeps hold of most of his money while he lives," rejoined his companion; "and Mrs.Fitzgerald has expensive tastes to be gratified." "And do you expect me to wait till the old Yankee dies ?" asked Mr.
Bruteman.

"Gentlemen generally consider themselves bound to be prompt in paying debts of honor." "I'll pay you as soon as I can.