Mr. Cresswell sipped his wine slowly.
"No—no—I do not think you do mean that—" He paused and the Englishman bent forward.
"Really, now, you do not mean to say that there is a danger of—of amalgamation, do you?" he sang.
Mr. Cresswell explained. No, of course there was no immediate danger; but when people were suddenly thrust beyond their natural station, filled with wild ideas and impossible ambitions, it meant terrible danger to Southern white women.
"But you believe in some education?" asked Mary Taylor.
"I believe in the training of people to their highest capacity." The Englishman here heartily seconded him.
"But," Cresswell added significantly, "capacity differs enormously between races."
The Vanderpools were sure of this and the Englishman, instancing India, became quite eloquent. Mrs. Grey was mystified, but hardly dared admit it. The general trend of the conversation seemed to be that most individuals needed to be submitted to the sharpest scrutiny before being allowed much education, and as for the "lower races" it was simply criminal to open such useless opportunities to them.
"Why, I had a colored servant-girl once," laughed Mrs. Vanderpool by way of climax, "who spent half her wages in piano lessons."
Then Mary Taylor, whose conscience was uncomfortable, said: