A stroll with Lotty.
street into Washington Square, where the eve-
ning was not unpleasantly chilly, as we strol-
led round the waterless �fountain� and up the
quiet paths. She told me she had been house-
keeping in the city until within the past two
months; that she had �made� her uncle grant her
income enough to take the house at Fordham,
to which she invited me. Alleyne, she said,
had drifted as usual, loafing generally, get-
ting drunk occasionally, until she had insist-
ed that he should go to Europe. He had no
money to pay his passage, so she �mortgaged�
a couple of slaves, which she owned down-south,
and sent him off, with the decision that he must
do something to support himself, or that their
separation should, as she supposes it will be
� final. She talked steadily and bating the
little indications of self-will and vanity, rather
more moderate in tone than of old, sensibly.
She said she never cared about the man.
I inquired of Whytal. She had seen him this
winter and given him $15 to transport him
to Boston. He supposed she was Alleyne�s mis-
tress. She didn�t believe the first was a marriage,
anyhow � the man who performed it was only
a clerk, justice of the peace, something or other.
It was only legal in Georgia &c. &c. That