That Ann had been in any way concerned in aiding his escape perplexed him, as he remembered how entire was her belief in the creed of the masters of slaves who with their Northern allies had so long been the controlling legislative power of the country.
"I am glad to be at home, my dear Ann," he said, as they met on the porch.

"Ah! Grey, so you are come at last.

It is not too late to say how very welcome you are; and John, I believe you have grown an inch since I left." They went in, chatting and merry.

The Squire cast an amused look at the big spittoon and then at his wife, and went upstairs to dress for dinner.
At the meal no one for a variety of good reasons mentioned Josiah.

The tall soldier with the readiness of helpless courtesy fell into the talk of politics which Grey desired.