“No, sir, I do not say that. But it does not need an Abolitionist to condemn what I saw this morning.”
“Are you a slave-owner, sir?” said Mr. Whipple.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then get your coat and hat and leave my office, Mr. Brice.”
Stephen's coat was on his arm. He slipped it on, and turned to go. He was, if the truth were told, more amused than angry. It was Colonel Carvel's voice that stopped him.
“Hold on, Judge,” he drawled, “I reckon you haven't got all the packing out of that case.”
Mr. Whipple locked at him in a sort of stupefaction. Then he glanced at Stephen.
“Come back here, sir,” he cried. “I'll give you hearing. No man shall say that I am not just.”
Stephen looked gratefully at the Colonel.
“I did not expect one, sir,” he said..