"I have found my Manoa sooner than I thought for.

Have you no welcome for me, lady ?" She withdrew her arm from mine and curtsied to him profoundly; then stood erect, indignant and defiant, her eyes angry stars, her cheeks carnation, scorn on her smiling lips.
"I cannot welcome you as you should be welcomed, my lord," she said in a clear voice.

"I have but my bare hands.

Manoa, my lord, lies far to the southward.

This land is quite out of your course, and you will find here but your travail for your pains.