"Oh, my lady, how could it be otherwise? We have not been separated from each other since twenty years; we have common remembrances which we can never forget."
"If I am not mistaken, you said before that Mrs. Wharton was a widow?"
"Yes, the widow of a Sioux."
"And did she belong to the same tribe?"
"Yes, my lady, but she is long since a Christian."
"And who was her husband?"
"A Sioux, poor Tu-Sam-Ba."
"And how did he die, you say?"
"I ate him up, my lady."