“Shame, brother, to put such a question! I am a white woman—he is an Indian. How dare you speak of such a thing?”
Warren laughed lightly at his sister, as he answered.
“Why, you don’t think that I care for the fellow, do you?”
The young girl saw her opportunity, and seized it.
“And yet you pretend to be his friend. Ah! have I caught you by your own confession?”
“Again, what do you mean?”
“That my doubts are now certainties—that some wicked scheme is concealed under this false friendship for Nelatu.”
“You are mad, Alice.”
“No, perfectly sane. You have some design, and I advise you, whatever it be, to abandon it. You don’t like my tears, so I’ll try to suppress them if I can; but I implore you, Warren, brother, to give it up now and for ever.”
She dashed a few bitter drops from her eyes ere she spoke again.