"Yes," said Dr. Gresham. "Continental Europe yearly sends to our shores subjects to be developed into citizens. Emancipation has given us millions of new citizens, and to them our influence and example should be a blessing and not a curse."
"Well," said Dr. Latimer, "I intend to go South, and help those who so much need helpers from their own ranks."
"I hope," answered Dr. Latrobe, "that if you go South you will only sustain business relations with the negroes, and not commit the folly of equalizing yourself with them."
"Why not?" asked Dr. Latimer, steadily looking him in the eye.
"Because in equalizing yourself with them you drag us down; and our social customs must be kept intact."
"You have been associating with me at the convention for several days; I do not see that the contact has dragged you down, has it?"
"You! What has that got to do with associating with niggers?" asked Dr. Latrobe, curtly.
"The blood of that race is coursing through my veins. I am one of them," replied Dr. Latimer, proudly raising his head.
"You!" exclaimed Dr. Latrobe, with an air of profound astonishment and crimsoning face.
"Yes;" interposed Dr. Gresham, laughing heartily at Dr. Latrobe's discomfiture. "He belongs to that negro race both by blood and choice. His father's mother made overtures to receive him as her grandson and heir, but he has nobly refused to forsake his mother's people and has cast his lot with them."
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