She ought to go away.

There is no one for her to marry here, where we haven't seen a white man for years, and she's a lady right enough, like her mother.

But who is she to go to, being a Roman Catholic whom my own dour Presbyterian folk in Scotland, if any of them are left, would turn their backs on?
Moreover, she loves me in her own fashion, as I love her, and she wouldn't leave me because she thinks it her duty to stay and knows that if she did, I should go to the devil altogether.
Still--perhaps you might help me about her, Mr.Quatermain, that is if you live to come back from your journey," he added doubtfully.
I felt inclined to ask how I could possibly help in such a matter, but thought it wisest to say nothing.

This, however, he did not notice, for he went on, "Now I think I will have a nap, as I do my work in the early morning, and sometimes late at night when my brain seems to clear up again, for you see I was a sailor for many years and accustomed to keeping watches.
You'll look after yourself, won't you, and treat the place as your own ?" Then he vanished into the house to lie down.
When I had finished my pipe I went for a walk.

First I visited the waggon where I found Umslopogaas and his company engaged in cooking the beast that had been given them, Zulu fashion; Hans with his usual cunning had already secured a meal, probably from the servants, or from Inez herself; at least he left them and followed me.