Point. [R. C.] Pardon me, madam, but do you know these papers? [Hands papers to Mrs. Peyton.]
Mrs. Pey. [Takes them.] Yes, sir; they were the free papers of the girl Zoe; but they were in my husband's secretary. How came they in your possession?
M'Closky. I—I found them.
George. And you purloined them?
M'Closky. Hold on, you'll see. Go on, Colonel.
Point. The list of your slaves is incomplete—it wants one.
Scud. The boy Paul—we know it.
Point. No, sir; you have omitted the Octoroon girl, Zoe.
[Together.] Mrs. Pey. Zoe!
Zoe. Me!