. Trevise, "Mr. Henderson will take an orange."

And so we finished our meal without further reference to eyes, or
noses, or anything of the sort. It was just as well, I reflected, when I
reached my room, that I on my side had been asked no questions, since I
most likely knew less than the others who had heard all that Juno had to
say; and it would have been humiliating, after my superb appearance of
knowing more, to explain that John Mayrant had walked with me all the
way from the Library, and never told me a word about the affair.

This reflection increased my esteem for the boy's admirable reticence.
What private matter of his own had I ever learned from him? It was other
people, invariably, who told me of his troubles. There had been that
single, quickly controlled outbreak about his position in the Custom
House, and also he had let fall that touching word concerning his faith
and his liking to say his prayers in the place where his mother had said
them; beyond this, there had never yet been anything of all that must at
the present moment be intimately stirring in his heart.

Should I "like to take orders from a negro?" Put personally, it came to
me now as a new idea came as something which had never entered my mind
before, not even as an abstract hypothesis I didn't have to think before
reaching the answer though; something within me, which you ma call what
you please--convention, prejudice, instinct--something answered most
prompt and emphatically in the negative. I revolved in my mind as I
tried to pack into a box a number of objects that I had bought in one
or to "antique" shops. They wouldn't go in, the objects; they were of
defeating and recalcitrant shapes, and of hostile materials--glass and
brass--and I must have a larger box made, and in that case I would buy
this afternoon the other kettle-supporter (I forget its right name) and
have the whole lot decently packed. Take orders from a colored man? Have
him give you directions, dictate you letters, discipline you if you were
unpunctual? No, indeed! And if such were my feeling, how must this young
Southerner feel? With this in my mind, I made sure that the part in my
back hair was right, and after that precaution soon found myself on my
way, in a way somewhat roundabout, to the kettle-supporter sauntering
northward along High Walk, and stopping often; the town, and the water,
and the distant shores all were so lovely, so belonged to one another,
so melted in