"The brute! Are you going to pay?"
"No, Jinny."
"Then they will take away the furniture."
"I reckon they will."
"Pa, you must promise me to take down the mahogany bed in your room. It —it was mother's. I could not bear to see them take that. Let me put it in the garret."
The Colonel was distressed, but he spoke without a tremor.
"No, Jinny. We must leave this house just as it is." Then he added, strangely enough for him, "God's will be done."
The bell rang sharply. And Ned, who was cook and housemaid, came in with his apron on.
"Does you want to see folks, Marse Comyn?"
The Colonel rose, and went to the door himself. He was an imposing figure as he stood in the windy vestibule, confronting the deputy. Virginia's first impulse was to shrink under the stairs. Then she came out and stood beside her father.