"And their wives are ladies-ain't they, Dick?"

Cavendish nodded.

"Anybody with half an eye would know you was a lady, ma'am," said
Yancy.

"Kep here is an Honorable, same as a senator or a congressman,"
Cavendish went on.

"At his age, too!" commented Yancy.

"And my daughter's the Lady Constance," said Polly.

"Havin' such a mother she ain't no choice," observed Yancy, with
an air of gentle deference.

"Dick's got the family, Mr. Yancy. My folks, the Rhetts, was
plain people."

"Some of 'em ain't so noticeably plain, either," said Yancy.

"Sho', you've a heap of good sense, Mr. Yancy!" and Cavendish
shook him warmly by the hand. "The first time I ever seen her, I
says, I'll marry that lady if it takes an arm! Well, it did most
of the time while I was co'tin' her."

"La!" cried Polly, blushing furiously. "You shouldn't tell that,
Dick. Mr. Yancy ain't interested."