He opened his lips, and shut them again.

At last he said, "Father, will you never forego this cruel prejudice ?" "Never!" answered his mother, quickly.

"Never!" repeated his father, with bitter emphasis.

"It is a feeling that will never die out, and ought never to die out, so long as any of the race remain in America.
She belongs to it, that is enough." Surrey urged no further; but with few words, constrained on their part,--though under its covering of pride the mother's heart was bleeding for him,--sad and earnest on his, the farewell was spoken, and they watched him out of the room.

How and when would they see him again?
There was one other call upon his time.