She hated and mistrusted the man, as she had good reason to do, and feared to trust herself alone with him.
While she still hesitated, the two Boers, under whose watch and ward Muller had placed her uncle, advanced and stood between him and her, cutting her off from him.

Muller turned and walked a few paces--ten or so--to the right, and in desperation she followed him.

He halted behind a bushy orange-tree of some eight years' growth.

Overtaking him, she stood silent, waiting for him to begin.

They were quite close to the others, but the roaring of the flames of the burning house was still sufficiently loud to have drowned a much more audible conversation.
"What is it you have to say to me ?" she said at length, pressing her hand against her heart to still its beating.