This man, who stood before me with all the ease and self-assertion of a gentleman, was--you will never believe it, I fear--_a mulatto_! "Whatever effect my manner had on him was not perceptible.

He had not seated himself, and, with a smile that was actually satirical, he bowed, uttered a few words of greeting, and went out of the room.
"'How dared you ?' I then cried, for astonishment had given place to rage, 'how dared you deceive me--deceive us all--so?
how dared you palm yourself off as white and respectable, and thus be admitted to Mr.
Hale's school and to the society and companionship of his pupils ?' I could scarcely control myself when I thought of how shamefully we had all been cozened.
"'Pardon me, madam,' she answered with effrontery,--effrontery under the circumstances,--'you forget yourself, and what is due from one lady to another.' (Did you ever hear of such presumption!) 'I practised no deceit upon Professor Hale.

He knew papa well,--was his intimate friend at college, in England,--and was perfectly aware who was Mr.
Ercildoune's daughter when she was admitted to his school.

For myself, I had no confessions to make, and made none.

I was your daughter's friend; as such, went to her house, and invited her here.