"How nice! May I take that mangosteen?"
"Take all," said Mrs. Cameron, for she it was. "The people are never tired of sending us great pines and melons. They are so nice and grateful for everything my husband does for them. I used to think it would be very dreadful to come out here amongst all the strange, half-savage people, as I expected they would be."
"But they are not savage," said Harry.
"Savage? No. They are as gentle and nice as can be. They seem to be more afraid of us than we are of them."
Harry feasted his eyes upon the sweet face and form of the graceful English lady, and the sight seemed to bring up something misty and undefined of some one who used to lean over his little bed at night to press her warm lips upon his face, which was brushed by her long, fair hair.
It was a pleasant feeling, but sad as well, for the few moments that the memory stayed.
Then he had to answer questions as to why he had not brought his friend with him, of the games he had been playing, about his excursions; and he was in the midst of his answers when a quick step was heard, and Mrs. Cameron sprang up.
"Here is Duncan," she cried.
"Hullo, Hal!" cried the doctor, entering; "here you are, then! Where's the Prince?"
"He has not been down to-day."