"I could catch a few words"-- he knew a little kitchen Zulu--"but not much." I told him briefly while the others listened.
"What does Mameena mean ?" asked Miss Holmes, with a horrible acuteness.
"Is it a woman's name ?" Hearing her, Harut and Marut bowed as though doing reverence to that name.

I am sorry to say that at this point I grew confused, though really there was no reason why I should, and muttered something about a native girl who had made trouble in her day.
Miss Holmes and the other ladies looked at me with amused disbelief, and to my dismay the venerable Harut turned to Miss Holmes, and with his inevitable bow, said in broken English: "Mameena very beautiful woman, perhaps more beautiful than you, lady.
Mameena love the white lord Macumazana.

She love him while she live, she love him now she dead.

She tell me so again just now.

You ask white lord tell you pretty story of how he kiss her before she kill herself." Needless to say all this very misleading information was received by the audience with an attention that I can but call rapt, and in a kind of holy silence which was broken only by a sudden burst of sniggering on the part of Scroope.