He made no answer except to call aloud for the old house servant, Sally, who presently appeared.
"Madam," said Dunwody, in a low voice, limping forward toward Josephine, "you and I must declare some sort of truce.

The world has all gone helter-skelter.

What'll become of us I don't know; but we need a woman here now." She gazed at him steadily, but made no reply.

Growling, he turned away and limped up the steps, beckoning the others to follow into the hall.
They entered, awkward, silent, and stood about, none knowing what was best to do.

Dunwody, luckless and unhappy as he was, still remembered something of his place as host, and would have led them, friends and enemies, into the dining-room beyond in search of some refreshment.