"I think you are very selfish," said Lorraine. "You might have invited a fellow to go with you to be your best man."
"The wedding is to be strictly private. The lady whom I am to marry has negro blood in her veins."
"The devil she has!" exclaimed Lorraine, starting to his feet, and looking incredulously on the face of Leroy. "Are you in earnest? Surely you must be jesting."
"I am certainly in earnest," answered Eugene Leroy. "I mean every word I say."
"Oh, it can't be possible! Are you mad?" exclaimed Lorraine.
"Never was saner in my life."
"What under heaven could have possessed you to do such a foolish thing? Where did she come from."
"Right here, on this plantation. But I have educated and manumitted her, and I intend marrying her."
"Why, Eugene, it is impossible that you can have an idea of marrying one of your slaves. Why, man, she is your property, to have and to hold to all intents and purposes. Are you not satisfied with the power and possession the law gives you?"
"No. Although the law makes her helpless in my hands, to me her defenselessness is her best defense."
"Eugene, we have known each other all of our lives, and, although I have always regarded you as eccentric, I never saw you so completely off your balance before. The idea of you, with your proud family name, your vast wealth in land and negroes, intending to marry one of them, is a mystery I cannot solve. Do explain to |
