We shall both be shut up here together now, that is all, and that will be very sad for you and Bessie." "Oh! So you have heard of our engagement ?" he said.
"Yes, I read Bessie's letter about a couple of hours ago, and I congratulate you both very much.

I think that you will have the sweetest and loveliest wife in South Africa, Captain Niel; and I think that Bessie will have a husband any woman might be proud of;" and she half bowed and half curtseyed to him as she said it, with a graceful little air of dignity that was very taking.
"Thank you," he answered simply; "yes, I think I am a very lucky fellow." "And now," she said, "we had better go and see about the cart.

You will have to find a stand for it in that wretched laager.

You must be very tired and hungry." A few minutes' walk brought them to the cart, which Mouti had outspanned close to Mrs.Neville's waggon, where Jess and her friends were living, and the first person they saw was Mrs.Neville herself.

She was a good, motherly colonial woman, accustomed to a rough life, and one not easily disturbed by emergencies.
"My goodness, Captain Niel!" she cried, as soon as Jess had introduced him.