But as I rose my eye fell upon something that gleamed white among the foliage of the orange bush at my side.

I said nothing, but looked.

The breeze stirred the orange leaves, the moonlight struck for a moment full upon the white object.
It was the face of Hendrika, the Babyan-woman, as Indaba-zimbi had called her, and on it was a glare of hate that made me shudder.
I said nothing; the face vanished, and just then I heard a baboon bark in the rocks behind.
Then we went down the garden, and Stella passed into the centre hut.

I saw Hendrika standing in the shadow near the door, and went up to her.
"Hendrika," I said, "why were you watching Miss Stella and myself in the garden ?" She drew her lips up till her teeth gleamed in the moonlight.
"Have I not watched her these many years, Macumazahn?
Shall I cease to watch because a wandering white man comes to steal her?
Why were you kissing her in the garden, Macumazahn?
How dare you kiss her who is a star ?" "I kissed her because I love her, and because she loves me," I answered.
"What has that to do with you, Hendrika ?" "Because you love her," she hissed in answer; "and do I not love her also, who saved me from the babyans?
I am a woman as she is, and you are a man, and they say in the kraals that men love women better than women love women.

But it is a lie, though this is true, that if a woman loves a man she forgets all other love.