Pepper listened to me with a gravity which he will not be able to surpass when he becomes Chief Justice, and strongly advised me to go.
"The summer vacation," said Pepper, "lasts six weeks; that will give you a fortnight to spend in New Orleans, allowing two weeks each way for the journey." I wrung his hand and begged him to accompany me, offering to defray all the expenses.

I wasn't anything if I wasn't princely in those days.
After considerable urging, he consented to go on terms so liberal.

The whole thing was arranged; there was nothing to do now but to advise Captain Nutter of my plan, which I did the next day.
The possibility that he might oppose the tour never entered my head.

I was therefore totally unprepared for the vigorous negative which met my proposal.

I was deeply mortified, moreover, for there was Pepper Whitcomb on the wharf, at the foot of the street, waiting for me to come and let him know what day we were to start.
"Go to New Orleans?
Go to Jericho!" exclaimed Captain Nutter.