“You are not angry with me, Nana?”
“Angry? no, Dalima.”
“What makes you look so serious then?”
“I wish we could move to some other place,” sighed Anna.
“Move? why?” cried Dalima.
“Yes, move away, further into the mountain, where the country is wilder and more lonely. Yonder close by the birds-nest grots. I wish I could retreat into one of those caves!”
“What are you thinking about, Nana?” cried Dalima, growing seriously alarmed at her friend’s words.
“Oh, I have some kind of presentiment that Charles is on my track,” sighed Anna.
“He ought to have been here before this,” remarked the baboe with something very like scorn in her voice. “A Javanese,” she continued, “would have found you out long ago.”
“How about Ardjan then?” asked Anna.