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There
was
no
need
to
trouble
Zeb
Stump
with
further
cross-questioning
.
A
whole
history
was
supplied
by
that
single
speech
.
The
case
was
painfully
clear
.
In
the
regard
of
Maurice
Gerald
,
Louise
Poindexter
had
a
rival
--
perhaps
something
more
.
The
lady
of
the
lazo
was
either
his
fiancée
,
or
his
mistress
!
It
was
not
by
accident
--
though
to
Zeb
Stump
it
may
have
seemed
so
--
that
the
hamper
,
steadied
for
a
time
,
upon
the
coping
of
the
balustrade
,
and
still
retained
in
the
hand
of
the
young
Creole
,
escaped
from
her
clutch
,
and
fell
with
a
crash
upon
the
stones
below
.
The
bottles
were
broken
,
and
their
contents
spilled
into
the
stream
that
surged
along
the
basement
of
the
wall
.
The
action
of
the
arm
that
produced
this
effect
,
apparently
springing
from
a
spasmodic
and
involuntary
effort
,
was
nevertheless
due
to
design
;
and
Louise
Poindexter
,
as
she
leant
over
the
parapet
,
and
contemplated
the
ruin
she
had
caused
,
felt
as
if
her
heart
was
shattered
like
the
glass
that
lay
glistening
below
!
"
How
unfortunate
!
"
said
she
,
making
a
feint
to
conceal
her
chagrin
.
"
The
dainties
are
destroyed
,
I
declare
!
What
will
Florinda
say
?
After
all
,
if
Mr
Gerald
be
so
well
attended
to
,
as
you
say
he
is
,
he
'll
not
stand
in
need
of
them
.
I
'm
glad
to
hear
he
has
n't
been
neglected
--
one
who
has
done
me
a
service
.
But
,
Mr
Stump
,
you
need
n't
say
anything
of
this
,
or
that
I
inquired
after
him
.
You
know
his
late
antagonist
is
our
near
relative
;
and
it
might
cause
scandal
in
the
settlement
.
Dear
Zeb
,
you
promise
me
?
"
"
Swa-ar
it
ef
ye
like
.
Neery
word
,
Miss
Lewaze
,
neery
word
;
ye
kin
depend
on
ole
Zeb
.
"
"
I
know
it
.
Come
!
The
sun
is
growing
hot
up
here
.
Let
as
go
down
,
and
see
whether
we
can
find
you
such
a
thing
as
a
glass
of
your
favourite
Monongahela
.
Come
!
"
With
an
assumed
air
of
cheerfulness
,
the
young
Creole
glided
across
the
azotea
;
and
,
trilling
the
"
New
Orleans
Waltz
,
"
once
more
commenced
descending
the
escalera
.
In
eager
acceptance
of
the
invitation
,
the
old
hunter
followed
close
upon
her
skirts
;
and
although
,
by
habit
,
stoically
indifferent
to
feminine
charms
--
and
with
his
thoughts
at
that
moment
chiefly
bent
upon
the
promised
Monongahela
--
he
could
not
help
admiring
those
ivory
shoulders
brought
so
conspicuously
under
his
eyes
.
