The eyes vary in the same way.

People with light hair, and golden, and red, have either gray or blue eyes.
Those with brown hair of different shades have brown eyes, sometimes light and sometimes dark brown." "How strange it must be," the girl laughed, "to see people with hair of so many colors! And which do you like best, Roger Hawkshaw ?" "At the present moment, Princess, I cannot imagine any color more beautiful than a deep, glossy black." The girl colored through her hazel skin.
"Ah, you know how to flatter in your country, also!" Roger was about to reply, when a message was brought from the king, desiring them to return to the next room.
"We have been taking all these things that you have told us into grave consideration," the king said, when they were seated; "and have concluded that it will be for the best that this matter of these Spaniards should remain an absolute secret, and that no word shall be spoken to a single person, however dear, by any of those who have heard it.

The country has long been in a disturbed state, and constant expeditions are necessary, for ourselves and for Mexico, to suppress risings, and put down outbreaks of discontent.
Were the news to be whispered about that there is a strange, terrible white people within but a short distance of our shores, the result would be disastrous.
"Men's minds would become unsettled, their ordinary employment would be neglected, all sorts of dismal forebodings would seize them, the very worship of the gods might be affected; and instead of being able, should the time of danger ever come, to meet our invaders boldly and fearlessly, they would find us disorganized and disheartened, and our power of resistance greatly diminished.
"You, Roger Hawkshaw, have told us everything with frankness.

We feel that every word you have spoken is true, and that you have a real feeling of friendliness towards us, and that your sympathies are with us, rather than with the people of this other white nation.

But others would not see it so.