and I've never met any one else who felt just that way; perhaps no one else has gone through just my set of experiences—the curious thing is this, he repeated, that when I'm living with whites I have a white psychology and when I live with Negroes I have a Negro psychology.
Mary stared at him. And you say you've never met any one else like that? she demanded.
Not exactly. You see, it goes even deeper. There are occasions when I'm torn between the two, confused.
Mary was silent. She looked around the table. Galva Waldeck was conversing in French with Léon Cazique. Gareth Johns and Mrs. Sumner were engaged in an animated discussion.
No one? Mary repeated her question in a lower tone.
Well, I don't suppose I could really be sure what any one else felt. What I mean is, perhaps, that no one has confessed such a feeling to me.
As Gareth turned to her, Mary felt an unaccountable sense of relief.
We're discussing Rosamond Johnson's new book of Spirituals, he explained. I haven't seen it yet.
Do you like Spirituals? Mary inquired.
I dote on 'em. Mrs. Sumner wants me to hear Stand still, Jordan.
It's a wonderful song, Mary said. You should hear Taylor Gordon sing it.
