"How can you permit that negro to insult your guests?" demanded Millicent, as soon as the door was closed. "It is beyond belief. If he is master of this house it is time the rest of us left it. I am certain Mr. Roseleaf did not act without great provocation."
Before Mr. Fern could answer, Daisy had spoken.
"It is over now, and there is nothing to be said. Hannibal is going away in a few days, and that will end your trouble."
The father turned such an incredulous look toward his daughter that it was evident he had heard nothing of this.
"Going?" he echoed, faintly. "Going?"
"Yes," said Daisy. "He told me to-day. He is going to some country where his color will not be counted a misdemeanor."
Roseleaf had difficulty in maintaining the silence with which he had determined to encase himself. But Daisy did not wish him to speak, and her will was law.
"Well, I am glad of that!" exclaimed Millicent. "In a country where they consider such people their equals, he will not meet the pity and consideration he has so abused here. Still, I do think, father, that you ought to apologize to Mr. Roseleaf for the way in which you have addressed him."
This freed the young man's tongue.