The Captain hoped she would presently sputter herself out.
"Now look heah," cried the crone, growing angrier and angrier as the reaches of the insult spread itself before her, "is you gwine to put one o' us niggers befo' de udder? Ca'se ef you is, I mus' say, it's Kady- lock-a-do' wid me."
The Captain looked up satirically.
"What do you mean by Katie-lock-the-door with you?" he asked, though he had an uneasy feeling that he knew.
"You know whut I means. I means I 's gwine to leab dis place."
"Now look here, Rose," protested the lawyer, with dignity, "Peter Siner occupies almost a fiduciary relation to me."
The old negress stared with a slack jaw. "A relation o' yo's!"
The lawyer hesitated some seconds, looking at the hag. His high-bred old face was quite inscrutable, but presently he said in a serious voice:
"Peter occupies a position of trust with me, Rose."
"Yeah," mumbled Rose; "I see you trus' him."