'Yes, indeed, mistress.'
'Did he give you a letter?'
'No, indeed, mistress....'
'What did the Bwana say?'
Jacketi imitated Archie's manner and voice.
'"All right, Jacketi."'
'Was that all?'
Jacketi nodded his head composedly. She flung him a shilling. 'You can go now,' and re-entered the darkened room.
Had Archie ignored this appeal too and pushed forward on his 'cattle business'? If so ... But since he was as saving with letters as with words, he might even now be on his way back to her. She must have patience and wait. He should reach the farm not later than Wednesday."
Ross flung out his arm with a deprecatory gesture. At least that is how I interpreted the path of his glowing cigar-end.