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- Madame Valmonde is going to visit Desiree and the Baby
- I knew you would be astonished, at the way he has grown. The little cochon de lait!
- And mamma he hasn’t punished one of them—not one of them—since baby is born. Even Negrillon, who pretended to have burnt his leg that he might rest from work
- Armand is the proudest father in the parish, I believe, chiefly because it is a boy, to bear his name
- What does Armand say?
- This is not the baby!
- Desiree’s eyes had been fixed absently and sadly upon the baby, while she was striving to penetrate the threatening mist that she felt closing about her. She looked from her child to the boy who stood beside him, and back again; over and over. “Ah!” It was a cry that she could not help
- It means, that the child is not white; it means that you are not white.
- It is a lie; it is not true, I am white! Look at my hair, it is brown; and my eyes are gray, Armand, you know they are gray. And my skin is fair
- Armand look at our child. What does it mean? tell me. Tell me what it means!
- My mother, they tell me I am not white. Armand has told me I am not white. For God’s sake tell them it is not true. You must know it is not true. I shall die. I must die. I cannot be so unhappy, and live.
- My own Desiree: Come home to Valmonde; back to your mother who loves you. Come with your child.
- Yes, I want you to go
- Yes, go.
- Do you want me to go?
- Shall I go, Armand?
- She disappeared among the reeds and willows that grew thick along the banks of the deep, sluggish bayou; and she did not come back again
- But above all, night and day, I thank the good God for having so arranged our lives that our dear Armand will never know that his mother, who adores him, belongs to the race that is cursed with the brand of slavery.
- It was part of an old letter from his mother to his father. He read it. She was thanking God for the blessing of her husband’s love
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