The proprietor presently came to our group, and asked us if we would not like to assist him in receiving the King of Djoloff in Senegal.
“He is visiting the Exposition as a private citizen,” he added. “If you would like to make his acquaintance come and I will present you.”
I was charmed.
When I was in the presence of the king, I said quietly to my friends, in a distinct voice and in French:
“What a handsome savage; I wonder if they are all built on this model in Africa.”
I was presented to the king. He extended his hand, and, to my consternation, I heard him say in very good French:
“I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Fuller. I have applauded you frequently. My education was gained in Paris.”
I could not repress an exclamation.
“Good heavens! Then you heard what I said, and you never raised an eyelash!”
“No, since you did not suppose that I understood you.”