She listened quietly with a puckered up brow and only made one comment.

It was,-- "I wonder what white man told those Sekukuni Kaffirs that you were coming." "I don't know," he answered, "but he deserves a bullet through him somewhere above the ankle." "Yes, though few people get what they deserve in this wicked world." "So I have often thought.

Had it been otherwise, for example, I should have been--" "What would you have been ?" she asked, considering him curiously.
"Oh! a better shot than Mr.Allan Quatermain, and as beautiful as a lady I once saw in my youth." "Don't talk rubbish before luncheon," I remarked sternly, and we all laughed, the first wholesome laughter that I had heard at the Temple.

For this young lady seemed to bring happiness and merriment with her.

I remember wondering what it was of which her coming reminded me, and concluding that it was like the sight and smell of a peach orchard in full bloom stumbled on suddenly in the black desert of the burnt winter veld.
After this we became quite friendly.