In ten minutes more, she was ready and awaiting the call of Carlisle and Kammerer in her reception-room.

In her mind was a plan already formulated.
At heart frank and impulsive, and now full of a definite zeal, she did not long keep them waiting to learn her mind.
"Are you still for the cause of freedom, and can you keep a secret, or aid in one ?" she broke in suddenly, turning toward Carlisle.
Looking at him at first for a time, inscrutably, as though half in amusement or in recollection, she now regarded him carefully for an instant, apparently weighing his make-up, estimating his sincerity, mentally investigating his character, looking at the flame of his hair, the fanatic fire of his deep set eye.
"I have sometimes done so," he smiled.

"Is there anything in which I can be of service ?" "Time is short," was her answer.

"Let us get at once to the point.
I am planning to go into the work long carried on by that weak-minded Colonization Society; but on certain lines of my own." "Explain, Countess!" "It is my belief that we should deport the blacks from this country.

Very well, I am willing to devote certain moneys and certain energies to that purpose.