The girl looked at him curiously.
"When I am ready I must go to his house. Grandfather will join our hands. I shall be his woman."
"Do you like the idea?"
"He was the best before you came. What else was there for me?"
"But now that I have come?"
"It is different here," said the girl, laying her hand upon her heart.
"That is love," said the man.
"And do you feel it?"
This was a question indeed, which, had she been a modern woman, he might have answered lightly. There was something different about this girl. He hesitated. He was not quite sure. They had retraced their steps and were returning to the settlement. In the path suddenly appeared Hano, his face was black with jealous rage. He did not lack courage, for he stopped the two and faced the man.
"I will not have you go with her," he cried.