Rand had taken a house on Shockoe Hill, not far from the Chief Justice's, and to this he and Jacqueline came through the wet and windy freshness of the night.

Smiling in the doorway were the servants--Joab and Mammy Chloe and Hannah--who had set out from Albemarle the day before their master and mistress.

Rand and Jacqueline, leaving the mud-splashed chaise, were welcomed with loquacity and ushered into a cheerful room where there was a crackling fire and a loaded table.
"Mrs.Leigh's compliments, Miss Jacqueline, an' she done sont de rolls.
Mrs.Fisher's best wishes, an' she moughty glad to hab a neighbour, an' she done sont de broiled chicken.

An' Mr.Hay, he done sont de oysters wid he compliments--an' de two bottles Madeira Mr.Ritchie sont--an' Mr.
Randolph lef' de birds, an' he gwine come roun' fust thing in de mawnin'-- " "We shall have friends," said Rand.

"I am glad for you, sweetheart.