“Look yonder, and see! That’s my cousin.”
“I see a man.”
“Ah! and saw you ever such a man?”
“True, missa; never see man look so—he surely angry, missa?”
“Angry?”
“Berry angry. He go back, he go forward, like hyena in a cage.”
“He is only impatient at being kept waiting. My word! I think he looks all the better for it. Ah! see how his eye flashes. Oh! Yola, how handsome he is—how different from the young men of this island. Is he not a beautiful fellow?”
“He curled hair, like Cubina!”
“Cubina! ha! ha! ha! This Cubina must be a very Proteus, as well as an Adonis. Do you see any other resemblance, except in the hair? If so, my cousin may, perhaps, resemble me.”
“Cubina much darker in de colour ob him skin, missa.”