Sokiti. We are not blacks—
Steward. You do not understand me. Consider. He thought me bad. I am not bad. What you were saying, would justify him if he had killed me.
They consider.
Sokiti. I understand. You say: If the slave had killed me—no, it is not that.
Satni. Human life must be respected.
Gravely they make sign of acquiescence, to escape further torment. Nourm picks up a package he had brought and turns to go out unobserved.
Steward. What are you carrying there?
Nourm. Nothing, 'tis mine—
Bitiou. That is a necklace—show. [Begins to open the package].
Nourm. Yes, a necklace.