'Now that we are good friends again,' said she--'I will order some refreshments.' She rang a silver bell, and gave the necessary order to a servant, and in a few minutes, cake and wine were brought in by a black waiter, clad in rich livery. The complexion of this man was intensely dark, yet his features were good and regular and his figure tall and well-formed. In his demeanor towards his mistress and her guest, he was respectful in the extreme, seldom raising his eyes from the carpet, and when addressed, speaking in the most servile and humble tone. After having partaken of the refreshments, and enjoyed half an hour's conversation, Frank arose and took his leave. As soon as he had gone, an extraordinary scene took place in that parlor. The black waiter, having turned the key within the lock of the door, approached Miss Fairfield, deliberately threw his arms around her, and kissed her repeatedly! And how acted the lady--she who had reproved her affianced husband for a similar liberty--how acted she when thus rudely and grossly embraced by that black and miscreant menial? Did she not repulse him with indignant disgust,--did she not scream for assistance, and have him punished for the insolent outrage? No; she abandoned her person to his embraces, and returned them! She, the well-born, the beautiful, the wealthy, the accomplished lady--the betrothed bride of a young gentleman of honor--the daughter of an aristocrat--the star of a constellation of fashion--yielding herself to the arms of a negro servant! Oh, woman! how like an angel art thou in thy virtue and goodliness! how like a devil, when thou art fallen from thy high estate! Yes, that black fellow covers her exquisite neck and shoulders with lustful kisses! His hands revel amid the glories of her divine and voluptuous bosom; and his lips wander from her rosy mouth, to the luxurious beauties of her finely developed bust. 'My beautiful mistress!' said the black, 'how kind in you to grant me these favors! What can I do to testify my gratitude?'