"Are you hungry, James? As for me, I am famished," says Angela. And as if to prove without doubt this assertion, she opens her coral lips and shows two rows of ravishing little pearly teeth which she clinches twice.
"Angela, my dear, you were certainly badly brought up," said the captain, helping her to a portion of dorado, served with ham and an appetizing sauce.
"Captain Hurricane, if I receive you at my table, it is not that you may scold," said Angela, making an almost imperceptible grimace to the mulattress. Then she continues, attacking her fish bravely, and pecking at her bread like a bird, "If he scolds me, Mirette, I will not receive him again?"
"No, mistress," said Mirette.
"And I will give his place to Rend-your-soul, the buccaneer?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Or to Youmäale, the cannibal?"
"Yes, mistress."
"You hear that, sir?" said Angela.
"Never mind, my dear, I am not jealous, you know that; beauty is as the sun, it shines for all the world."