Hereceivedthepaperverypeevishly，andwasabouttocrumpleit，apparentlytothrowitinthefire，whenacasualglanceatthedesignseemedsuddenlytorivethisattention。Inaninstanthisfacegrewviolentlyred-inanotherasexcessivelypale。Forsomeminuteshecontinuedtoscrutinizethedrawingminutelywherehesat。Atlengthhearose，tookacandlefromthetable，andproceededtoseathimselfuponasea-chestinthefarthestcorneroftheroom。Hereagainhemadeananxiousexaminationofthepaper；turningitinalldirections。Hesaidnothing，however，andhisconductgreatlyastonishedme；yetIthoughtitprudentnottoexacerbatethegrowingmoodinessofhistemperbyanycomment。Presentlyhetookfromhiscoatpocketawallet，placedthepapercarefullyinit，anddepositedbothinawriting-desk，whichhelocked。Henowgrewmorecomposedinhisdemeanor；buthisoriginalairofenthusiasmhadquitedisappeared。Yetheseemednotsomuchsulkyasabstracted。Astheeveningworeawayhebecamemoreandmoreabsorbedinreverie，fromwhichnosalliesofminecouldarousehim。Ithadbeenmyintentiontopassthenightatthehut，asIhadfrequentlydonebefore，but，seeingmyhostinthismood，Ideemeditpropertotakeleave。Hedidnotpressmetoremain，but，asIdeparted，heshookmyhandwithevenmorethanhisusualcordiality。
ItwasaboutamonthafterthisandduringtheintervalIhadseennothingofLegrandwhenIreceivedavisit，atCharleston，fromhisman，Jupiter。Ihadneverseenthegoodoldnegrolooksodispirited，andIfearedthatsomeseriousdisasterhadbefallenmyfriend。
“Well，Jup。”saidI，“whatisthematternow？-howisyourmaster？”
“Why，tospeakdetroof，massa，himnotsoberrywellasmoughtbe。”
“Notwell！Iamtrulysorrytohearit。Whatdoeshecomplainof？”