The discovery of the letter that his mother wrote hidden in the back of a drawer must absolutely stun Armand. When he reads the lines,
"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,"
Earlier, Armand felt that "Almighty God had dealt cruelly and unjustly with him"; now, however, when he realizes that it is he who is "inferior" and not his wife, who has, indeed, shown him that her skin is whiter, he must either run from the truth or admit to it. As he recalls his cruel treatment of his slaves after he perceives the reality of his baby, he must sense his hypocrisy. Will he be able to put up a facade that he is white? Or will he always wonder if there will be someone else who knows his mother? Or someone who knows the truth about her race? Certainly, it seems a challenge that Armand, who has been so proud of his name and heritage and superiority, will find insurmountable.