Well, if I had done that to my husband I should have expected him to box my ears, though Heaven knows that I should have had excuse for it." Here the _predicant_ woke up, seeing his chance.
"Vrouw Botmar," he said, blinking at me like an owl, "it is my duty to reprove your irreverent language even at this festive board, for a word must be spoken both in and out of season, and without respect of persons.

Vrouw Botmar, I fear that you do not remember the Third Commandment, therefore I will repeat it to you," and he did so, speaking very slowly.
What I answered I cannot recollect, but even now I seem to see that _predicant_ flying out of the door of the room holding his hands above his head.

Well, for once he met his match, and I know that afterwards he always spoke of me with great respect.
After this again I remember little more till the pair started upon their journey.

Suzanne asked for Sihamba to say good-bye to her, and when she was told that she was not to be found she seemed vexed, which shows that the little doctoress did her injustice in supposing that just because she was married she thought no more of her.

Then she kissed us all in farewell--ah! we little knew for how long that farewell was to be--and went down to the waggon to which the sixteen black oxen, a beautiful team, were inspanned, and standing there ready to start.