He howled, till the tarantulas, who lived between the rafters and the zinc roof, felt the unusual vibration, and looked out with their wicked bright eyes, to see what was going on.
Tant Sannie sighed, the Hottentot maid sighed, the Kaffer girl who looked in at the door put her hand over her mouth and said “Mow-wah!”
“You must trust in the Lord,” said Tant Sannie. “He can give you more than you have lost.”
“I do, I do!” he cried; “but oh, I have no wife! I have no wife!”
Tant Sannie was much affected, and came and stood near the bed.
“Ask him if he won’t have a little pap—nice, fine, flour pap. There is some boiling on the kitchen fire.”
The German made the proposal, but the widower waved his hand.
“No, nothing shall pass my lips. I should be suffocated. No, no! Speak not of food to me!”
“Pap, and a little brandy in,” said Tant Sannie coaxingly.
Bonaparte caught the word.