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Outside
the
walls
of
the
mansion
--
in
the
village-like
cluster
of
yucca-thatched
huts
which
formerly
gave
housing
to
the
peons
and
other
dependants
of
the
hacienda
--
the
transformation
was
more
striking
.
Where
the
tall
thin
vaquero
,
in
broad-brimmed
hat
of
black
glaze
,
and
chequered
serapé
,
strode
proudly
over
the
sward
--
his
spurs
tinkling
at
every
step
--
was
now
met
the
authoritative
"
overseer
,
"
in
blue
jersey
,
or
blanket
coat
--
his
whip
cracking
at
every
corner
;
where
the
red
children
of
Azteca
and
Anahuac
,
scantily
clad
in
tanned
sheepskin
,
could
be
seen
,
with
sad
solemn
aspect
,
lounging
listlessly
by
their
jacalés
,
or
trotting
silently
along
,
were
now
heard
the
black
sons
and
daughters
of
Ethiopia
,
from
morn
till
night
chattering
their
gay
"
gumbo
,
"
or
with
song
and
dance
seemingly
contradicting
the
idea
:
that
slavery
is
a
heritage
of
unhappiness
!
Was
it
a
change
for
the
better
upon
the
estate
of
Casa
del
Corvo
?
There
was
a
time
when
the
people
of
England
would
have
answered
--
no
;
with
a
unanimity
and
emphasis
calculated
to
drown
all
disbelief
in
their
sincerity
.
Alas
,
for
human
weakness
and
hypocrisy
!
Our
long
cherished
sympathy
with
the
slave
proves
to
have
been
only
a
tissue
of
sheer
dissembling
.
Led
by
an
oligarchy
--
not
the
true
aristocracy
of
our
country
:
for
these
are
too
noble
to
have
yielded
to
such
,
deep
designings
--
but
an
oligarchy
composed
of
conspiring
plebs
,
who
have
smuggled
themselves
into
the
first
places
of
power
in
all
the
four
estates
--
guided
by
these
prurient
conspirators
against
the
people
's
rights
--
England
has
proved
untrue
to
her
creed
so
loudly
proclaimed
--
truculent
to
the
trust
reposed
in
her
by
the
universal
acclaim
,
of
the
nations
.
*
*
*
On
a
theme
altogether
different
dwelt
the
thoughts
of
Louise
Poindexter
,
as
she
flung
herself
into
a
chair
in
front
of
her
dressing-glass
,
and
directed
her
maid
Florinda
to
prepare
her
for
the
reception
of
guests
--
expected
soon
to
arrive
at
the
hacienda
.
It
was
the
day
fixed
for
the
"
house-warming
,
"
and
about
an
hour
before
the
time
appointed
for
dinner
to
be
on
the
table
.
This
might
have
explained
a
certain
restlessness
observable
in
the
air
of
the
young
Creole
--
especially
observed
by
Florinda
;
but
it
did
not
.
The
maid
had
her
own
thoughts
about
the
cause
of
her
mistress
's
disquietude
--
as
was
proved
by
the
conversation
that
ensued
between
them
.
Scarce
could
it
be
called
a
conversation
.
It
was
more
as
if
the
young
lady
were
thinking
aloud
,
with
her
attendant
acting
as
an
echo
.
During
all
her
life
,
the
Creole
had
been
accustomed
to
look
upon
her
sable
handmaid
as
a
thing
from
whom
it
was
not
worth
while
concealing
her
thoughts
,
any
more
than
she
would
from
the
chairs
,
the
table
,
the
sofa
,
or
any
other
article
of
furniture
in
the
apartment
.
There
was
but
the
difference
of
Florinda
being
a
little
more
animated
and
companionable
,
and
the
advantage
of
her
being
able
to
give
a
vocal
response
to
the
observations
addressed
to
her
.
For
the
first
ten
minutes
after
entering
the
chamber
,
Florinda
had
sustained
the
brunt
of
the
dialogue
on
indifferent
topics
--
her
mistress
only
interfering
with
an
occasional
ejaculation
.
