"Sit down, sit down, Mr.Pincornet!" said Rand, and the dancing master took the remaining place.
An hour later Rand pushed back his heavy chair and rose from the table, ending the meal with as little ceremony as he had used in beginning it.
"I shall go write to Mr.Jefferson," he announced, as the four passed into the hall.

"You, Adam, what will you do ?" "First I'll smoke and then I'll sleep," said Adam.

The moonlight streamed in upon them through the open hall door.

"I'll smoke outside.
That's a southern moon.
"Kiss me, kiss me, flower o' night! Madelon! 'Ware the voices, 'ware the light! Madelon! "Will you smoke with me, Mr.Bacon?
I'd like to try the Monticello leaf." "I have to go to the quarters for a bit," answered the overseer.
"There's sickness there.

I'll join you later, Mr.Gaudylock." He went whistling away.