Now,
although so young, he was a veteran in experience, frank to friends,
but secretive and ready to deceive the very elect among his enemies.
Few could take more risks than he, yet he had not a particle of Mad
Whately's recklessness. Courage, but rarely impulse, controlled his
action. As we have seen, he could instantly stay his hand the second
a deadly enemy, seeking his life in personal encounter, was
disarmed.
The prospect of talking with such a host as Mr. Baron pleased him
immensely. He scarcely knew to whom he was indebted for the
courtesy, but rightly surmised that it was Mrs. Whately, since she,
with good reason, felt under obligations to him. Even more than an
adventurous scouting expedition he relished a situation full of
humor, and such, his presence at Mr. Baron's supper-table promised
to be. He knew his entertainment would be gall and wormwood to the
old Bourbon and his wife, and that the courtesy had been wrung from
them by his own forbearance. It might be his only opportunity to see
Miss Lou and suggest the liberty he had brought to her as well as to
the slaves.
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