I consider such sentiments unworthy any Southern _gentleman_, sir." Mr.Ammidon flushed, and answered quickly, "I allow no man to call in question my being a gentleman, sir." "If you consider yourself insulted, you know your remedy," rejoined Mr.Bruteman.

"I give you your choice of place and weapons." Mr.Fitzgerald consulted his watch, and two or three others followed his example.
"I see," said Mr.Ammidon, "that gentlemen are desirous to adjourn." "It is time that we did so," rejoined Mr.Bruteman.

"Officers have been sent for these slaves of Mr.Royal, and they are probably now lodged in jail.

At our next meeting we will decide upon the time of sale." Young Blumenthal rose and attempted to go out; but a blindness came over him, and he staggered against the wall.
"I reckon that youngster's an Abolitionist," muttered Mr.Chandler.
"At any rate, he seems to think there's a difference in niggers,--and all such ought to have notice to quit." Mr.Ammidon called for water, with which he sprinkled the young man's face, and two or three others assisted to help him into a carriage.
Another meeting was held the next day, which Mr.Fitzgerald did not attend, foreseeing that it would be a stormy one.

The result of it was shown in the arrest and imprisonment of Signor Papanti, and a vigilant search for Madame Guirlande.