"What does that matter?"
"It matters very much to me, brother; Gueyma is a powerful chief; he loves me."
"Who has told you that?" said Arnal, stopping in his walk.
"Himself, this morning, before leaving for the chase," answered she, without being disconcerted; "oh! It is not the first time."
"Gueyma has acted badly in speaking thus to you," severely answered the chief; "and you have acted unwisely in listening to him. Both of you have failed in your promises."
"Pardon me, brother," replied the young girl, her eyes filling with tears.
"Tell me what has passed between you," said the chief, drawing the girl a little on one side.
"I will do so willingly, brother; but I beg you, change this sad look, which frightens me, for if you do not, I shall not have the courage to tell you anything."
"You will really tell me everything?"
"Oh, I promise you, my brother."