“No, no; you did right to come. I expected you––yes, really! Now be seated and tell me what it is.”
“First, that you were a prophetess, Madame,” and the full lips smiled without merriment. “I am left alone, now that I have neither money nor the attraction for the others. He only followed the crowd––to me, and away from me!”
“Well?”
“Well, it is not about that I come! But, Madame, I am going to America; not to teach, as you advised, but I see now a way in which I can really help.”
“Help whom?”
Her visitor regarded her with astonishment; was it possible that she, the woman whose words had aroused the first pride of race in her, the first thought of her people unlinked with shame! That she had so soon forgotten? Had 110 she remembered the pupil, but failed to recall the lesson taught?
“You have probably forgotten the one brief conversation with which you honored me, Madame. But I mean the people we discussed then––my people.”
“You mean the colored people.”
“Certainly, Madame.”
“But you are more white than colored.”