Mr. Skeggs, with his palmetto on and his cigar in his mouth, walks around to put farewell touches on his wares.

“How’s this?” he said, stepping in front of Susan and Emmeline.  “Where’s your curls, gal?”

The girl looked timidly at her mother, who, with the smooth adroitness common among her class, answers,

“I was telling her, last night, to put up her hair smooth and neat, and not havin’ it flying about in curls; looks more respectable so.”

“Bother!” said the man, peremptorily, turning to the girl; “you go right along, and curl yourself real smart!” He added, giving a crack to a rattan he held in his hand, “And be back in quick time, too!”

“You go and help her,” he added, to the mother.  “Them curls may make a hundred dollars difference in the sale of her.”

Beneath a splendid dome were men of all nations, moving to and fro, over the marble pave.  On every side of the circular area were little tribunes, or stations, for the use of speakers and auctioneers.  Two of these, on opposite sides of the area, were now occupied by brilliant and talented gentlemen, enthusiastically forcing up, in English and French commingled, the bids of connoisseurs in their various wares.  A third one, on the other side, still unoccupied, was surrounded by a group, waiting the moment of sale to begin.  And here we may recognize the St. Clare servants,—­Tom, Adolph, and others; and there, too, Susan and Emmeline, awaiting their turn with anxious and dejected faces.  Various spectators, intending to purchase, or not intending, examining, and commenting on their various points and faces with the same freedom that a set of jockeys discuss the merits of a horse.

“Hulloa, Alf! what brings you here?” said a young exquisite, slapping the shoulder of a sprucely-dressed young man, who was examining Adolph through an eye-glass.

“Well!  I was wanting a valet, and I heard that St. Clare’s lot was going.  I thought I’d just look at his—­”

“Catch me ever buying any of St. Clare’s people!  Spoilt niggers, every one.  Impudent as the devil!” said the other.

“Never fear that!” said the first.  “If I get ’em, I’ll soon have their airs out of them; they’ll soon find that they’ve another kind of master to deal with than Monsieur St. Clare.  ’Pon my word, I’ll buy that fellow.  I like the shape of him.”

“You’ll find it’ll take all you’ve got to keep him.  He’s deucedly extravagant!”

“Yes, but my lord will find that he can’t be extravagant with me.  Just let him be sent to the calaboose a few times, and thoroughly dressed down!  I’ll tell you if it don’t bring him to a sense of his ways!  O, I’ll reform him, up hill and down,—­you’ll see.  I buy him, that’s flat!”