After all what was there of which I should be ashamed?
I would face these irate shareholders as I had faced the others yesterday.
I walked round the little house to the front garden which was planted with orange trees, and up to a big moonflower bush, I believe _datura_ is its right name, that grew near the pomegranate hedge which separated my domain from the road.

There a conversation was in progress, if so it may be called.
"_Ikona_" (that is: "I don't know"), "_Inkoosi_" (i.e."Chief"), said some Kafir in a stupid drawl.
Thereon a voice that instantly struck me as familiar, answered: "We want to know where the great hunter lives." "_Ikona_," said the Kafir.
"Can't you remember his native name ?" asked another voice which was also familiar to me, for I never forget voices though I am unable to place them at once.
"The great hunter, Here-come-a-zany," said the first voice triumphantly, and instantly there flashed back upon my mind a vision of the splendid drawing-room at Ragnall Castle and of an imposing majordomo introducing into it two white-robed, Arab-looking men.
"Mr.Savage, by the Heavens!" I muttered.

"What in the name of goodness is he doing here ?" "There," said the second voice, "your black friend has bolted, and no wonder, for who can be called by such a name?
If you had done what I told you, Savage, and hired a white guide, it would have saved us a lot of trouble.

Why will you always think that you know better than anyone else ?" "Seemed an unnecessary expense, my lord, considering we are travelling incog., my lord." "How long shall we travel 'incog.' if you persist in calling me my lord at the top of your voice, Savage?
There is a house beyond those trees; go in and ask where----" By this time I had reached the gate which I opened, remarking quietly, "How do you do, Lord Ragnall?
How do you do, Mr.Savage?
I thought that I recognized your voices on the road and came to see if I was right.
Please walk in; that is, if it is I whom you wish to visit." As I spoke I studied them both, and observed that while Savage looked much the same, although slightly out of place in these strange surroundings, the time that had passed since we met had changed Lord Ragnall a good deal.

He was still a magnificent-looking man, one of those whom no one that had seen him would ever forget, but now his handsome face was stamped with some new seal of suffering.