Those who had advised to the course to be pursued, had agreed to lay
the subject before the highest authorities. They soon came to the
conviction that it would be in vain to look for any favour from the
Governor, and resolved to lay it before the Attorney General as soon as
he should return from Quebec. After waiting for some time, he returned;
and I was informed, in a few days, that he had appointed an interview
on the following morning. I went at the time with a gentleman of the
city, to the house of Mr. Grant, a distinguished lawyer. In a short
time a servant invited us to walk up stairs, and we went; but after I
had entered a small room at the end of the parlour, the door was shut
behind me by Mr. Ogden, the Attorney General. A chair was given me,
which was placed with the back towards a bookcase, at which a man was
standing, apparently looking at the books; and besides the two persons
I have mentioned, there was but one more in the room, [Footnote: Unless
another was concealed--as I suspected.] Mr. Grant, the master of the
house. Of the first part of the interview I shall not particularly
speak.
The two legal gentlemen at length began a mock examination of me, in
which they seemed to me to be actuated more by a curiosity no way
commendable, than a sincere desire to discover the truth, writing down
a few of my answers. In this, however, the person behind me took no
active part. One of the questions put to me was, "What are the colours
of the carpet in the Superior's room?"
I told what they were, when they turned to him, and inquired whether I
had told the truth. He answered only by a short grunt of assent, as if
afraid to speak, or even to utter a natural tone; and at the same time,
by his hastiness, showed that he was displeased that my answer was
correct. I was asked to describe a particular man I had seen in the
nunnery, and did so. My examiner partly turned round with some remark
or question which was answered in a similar spirit. I turned and looked
at the stranger, who was evidently skulking to avoid my seeing him, and
yet listening to every word that was said. I saw enough in his
appearance to become pretty well satisfied that I had seen him before;
and something in his form or attitude reminded me strongly of the
person, whose name had been mentioned. I was then requested to repeat
some of the prayers used in the nunnery, and repeated part of the
office of the Virgin, and some others.
At length, after I had been in the little room, as I should judge,
nearly an hour, I was informed that the examination had been
satisfactory, and that I might go.
I then returned home; but no further step was taken by the Attorney
General, and he refused, as I understood, to return my affidavit, which
had been left in his hands to act upon.
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