And the negro grinning assent from under a leathern portmanteau, than which his own face was many shades deeper, hobbled downstairs with his portion of their worldly goods; Mark Tapley having already gone before with his share.
Martin and his friend followed them to the door below, and were about to pursue their walk, when the latter stopped, and asked, with some hesitation, whether that young man was to be trusted?
'Mark! oh certainly! with anything.' 'You don't understand me--I think he had better go with us.

He is an honest fellow, and speaks his mind so very plainly.' 'Why, the fact is,' said Martin, smiling, 'that being unaccustomed to a free republic, he is used to do so.' 'I think he had better go with us,' returned the other.

'He may get into some trouble otherwise.

This is not a slave State; but I am ashamed to say that a spirit of Tolerance is not so common anywhere in these latitudes as the form.

We are not remarkable for behaving very temperately to each other when we differ; but to strangers! no, I really think he had better go with us.' Martin called to him immediately to be of their party; so Cicero and the truck went one way, and they three went another.
They walked about the city for two or three hours; seeing it from the best points of view, and pausing in the principal streets, and before such public buildings as Mr Bevan pointed out.