Oh, both of them! He was beginning to get angry. He would find pleasure in laying violent hands upon the two, one at a time.
Jus liddle bit, augustness.
Better than you do me? he demanded, jealously.
She shook her head decisively. You nod so ole, an nod so—hairy-like. She rubbed her little hands over her face, by which he understood that the two wore beards. They were doubtless of his own country.
He hardly knew what to say next, and the silence grew embarrassing to him. She broke it by remarking, very quietly:
Nakoda inform me you wan make liddle bit talk ad me.
He turned to the match-maker, who was pretending deep interest in a framed drawing on the wall. Say, Ido, just step into the next room a minute, will you?
He turned back to the girl, as soon as Ido had obeyed him, with extravagant alacrity.
You have never even told me your name, he said.
Yuki.