The ladies replied with words of welcome, and they were all about to seat themselves when the eyes of the Calenders fell on the porter, whose dress was not so very unlike their own, though he still wore all the hair that nature had given him.
The porter, although half asleep from the wine he had drunk, heard the words, and without moving cried angrily to the Calender, "Sit down and mind your own business.
As to the porter, she requested him to come and help her and her sister.
She next went over to the door of a closet and signed to the porter to follow her.
The porter did as he was bid, but as he led the dog to Zobeida it uttered piercing howls, and gazed up at her with looks of entreaty.
They then turned to the porter to see if he could explain the mystery, but the porter was no wiser than they were themselves.
But once in London Jane Porter was no more tractable than she had been in Baltimore.
I recall one family from your own city, Miss Strong, whom I liked particularly--Professor Porter and his daughter."
He had never seen a white man or woman until Professor Porter and his party were marooned on the coast right at the threshold of his tiny cabin.
"Who could it have been?" whispered Jane Porter, and the young man turned to see her standing, wide-eyed and wondering, close beside him.
"What's to be done, Miss Porter?" continued the young man, his face clouded by a frown of worry and indecision.
Porter firmly by the arm and hurried the weakly protesting old gentleman off in the direction of Cape Town, fifteen hundred miles to the south.