"Tell me, Scipio," I asked, "has Aurore any relative among you?--any
brother, or sister, or cousin?"
"No, mass', ne'er a one. Golly, mass'! 'Rore she near white as missa
'Genie all de rest be black, or leas'wise yeller! 'Rore she quaderoom,
yeller folks all mulatto--no kin to 'Rore--no."
I was perplexed and puzzled. My former doubts came crowding back upon
me. My jealousy returned.
Scipio could not clear up the mystery. His answer to other questions
which I put to him gave me no solution to it; and I returned up-stairs
with a heart that suffered under the pressure of disappointment.
The only reflection from which I drew comfort was, that I might have
been mistaken. Perhaps, after all, it was _not_ Aurore!