"Why? Get down to brass tacks, man, for God's sake. You get my goat."
"Now listen here, Snobbcraft," replied the statistician soberly, dropping heavily into a chair. "Sit down and listen to me. I started this investigation on the theory that the data gathered would prove that around twenty million people, mostly of the lower classes were of Negro ancestry, recent and remote, while about half that number would be of uncertain or unknown ancestry."
"Well, what have you found?" insisted Snobbcraft, impatiently.
"I have found," continued Buggerie, "that over half the population has no record of its ancestry beyond five generations!"
"That's fine!" chortled Snobbcraft. "I've always maintained that there were only a few people of good blood in this country."
"But those figures include all classes," protested the larger man. "Your class as well as the lower classes."
"Don't insult me, Buggerie!" shouted the head of the Anglo-Saxons, half rising from his seat on the sofa.
"Be calm! Be calm!" cried Buggerie excitedly, "You haven't heard anything yet."
"What else, in the name of God, could be a worse libel on the aristocracy of this state?" Snobbcraft mopped his dark and haughty countenance.
"Well, these statistics we've gathered prove that most of our social leaders, especially of Anglo-Saxon lineage, are descendants of colonial stock that came here in bondage. They associated with slaves, in many cases worked and slept with them. They intermixed with the blacks and the women were sexually exploited by their masters. Then, even more than today, the illegitimate birth rate was very high in America."