Oh no, St. Peter reassured them, that's only the coloured people coming to Judgment.
You're not unique in that respect, said Gareth.
My dear, Mr. Sumner went on to his wife, I don't think we'd better wait two days for Dr. Lancaster.
The ringing of the bell made it unnecessary to arrive at any decision in the matter.
There he is now, Mrs. Sumner announced, and we'll go in to dinner as soon as he takes his coat off.
The dining-room was a large ivory and blue chamber. The table was laid with rich silver and porcelain over a lace spread. In the centre, reflected in a mirror, stood a bowl of engraved blue glass from which a cluster of dahlias raised their magenta heads.
Mary was seated between Gareth Johns and Dr. Lancaster. She had never met either of them before this evening. The physician lived in Washington and, like Mary's father, was in New York on a visit. To all intents and purposes, he was as white as Gareth. His hair was a fiery red.
The conversation at first was general. Mr. Sumner spoke of Hayti, out of courtesy for his guest in the diplomatic service. This led to some discussion of the situation in the Virgin Islands.
It seems curious, Mr. Sumner averred, that the French, coloured Hayti and the Danish, coloured Virgin Islands should be dominated by an American navy government with all the prejudices of white Southerners.
