Bartleby the Scrivener: A Tale of Wall Street
Bartleby the Scrivener: A Tale of Wall Street
Bartleby the Scrivener: A Tale of Wall Street
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BENITO CERENO 129<br />
The lunch was a frugal one. Some <strong>of</strong> Captain Delano's<br />
fresh fish and pumpkins, biscuit and salt beef, <strong>the</strong><br />
reserved bottle <strong>of</strong> cider, and <strong>the</strong> San Dominick's last<br />
bottle <strong>of</strong> Canary.<br />
As <strong>the</strong>y entered, Francesco, with two or three coloured<br />
aids, was hovering over <strong>the</strong> table giving <strong>the</strong> last adjustments.<br />
Upon perceiving <strong>the</strong>ir master <strong>the</strong>y withdrew,<br />
Francesco making a smiling conge, and <strong>the</strong> Spaniard,<br />
without condescending to notice it, fastidiously remark-<br />
ing to his companion that he relished not superfluous<br />
attendance.<br />
Without companions, host and guest sat down, like<br />
a childless married couple, at opposite ends <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> table,<br />
Don Benito waving Captain Delano to his place, and,<br />
weak as he was, insisting upon that gentleman being<br />
seated before himself.<br />
The negro placed a rug under Don Benito's feet, and<br />
a cushion behind his back, and <strong>the</strong>n stood behind, not<br />
his master's chair, but Captain Delano's. At first, this<br />
a little surprised <strong>the</strong> latter. But it was soon evident<br />
that, in taking his position, <strong>the</strong> black was still true to<br />
his master since ; by facing him he could <strong>the</strong> more<br />
readily anticipate his slightest want.<br />
'<br />
This is an uncommonly intelligent fellow <strong>of</strong> yours,<br />
Don Benito,' whispered Captain Delano across <strong>the</strong><br />
table.<br />
'<br />
You say true, serior.'<br />
During <strong>the</strong> repast, <strong>the</strong>^gjjesL agajn_ reverted to parts<br />
<strong>of</strong> Don Benito's story, begging fur<strong>the</strong>r particulars here<br />
and tEere. He inquired how it was that <strong>the</strong> scurvy and<br />
fever should have committed such wholesale havoc upon<br />
<strong>the</strong> whites, while destroying less than half <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> blacks.<br />
As if this question reproduced <strong>the</strong> whole scene <strong>of</strong> plague<br />
before <strong>the</strong> Spaniard's eyes, miserably reminding him <strong>of</strong><br />
his solitude in a cabin where before he had had so