Then he touched her lips and repeated "Roger," and, seeing what was expected, she repeated the word in a soft voice.
He nodded again, touched himself and said "Roger," and then touched her.

She now saw what he meant.

It was his own name he had spoken, and he now asked for hers.
"Malinche," she said, in her soft Indian voice.
"Malinche," he repeated, "you are a kind-hearted girl.

I can see that, Malinche; and I hope we shall understand each other better, one of these days.

I suppose you are a servant or a slave, and are not in a much better condition than myself.