He had not seen Champney since they parted in the cemetery six weeks before.
"Yes!--I--I thought I'd like to have a little talk with you, Courtland," said Champney.

He hesitated a moment before the proffered chair, and then added, with a cautious glance towards the street, "Hadn't we better go inside ?" "As you like.

But you'll find it wofully hot.

We're quite alone here; there's nobody in the house, and this shower will drive any loungers from the street." He was quite frank, although their relations to each other in regard to Miss Sally were still so undefined as to scarcely invite his confidence.
Howbeit Champney took the proffered chair and the glass of julep which Courtland brought him.
"You remember my speaking to you of Dumont ?" he said hesitatingly, "Miss Dows' French cousin, you know?
Well--he's coming here: he's got property here--those three houses opposite the Court House.

From what I hear, he's come over with a lot of new-fangled French ideas on the nigger question--rot about equality and fraternity, don't you know--and the highest education and highest offices for them.