This Kalubi was a tall, thin individual of middle age with, I think, the most nervous countenance that I ever saw.

His features twitched continually and his hands were never still.

The eyes, too, as far as I could see them in that light, were full of terrors.
He rose and bowed, but the councillors remained seated, greeting us with a long-continued and soft clapping of the hands, which, it seemed, was the Pongo method of salute.
We bowed in answer, then seated ourselves on three stools that had been placed for us, Brother John occupying the middle stool.

Mavovo and Hans stood behind us, the latter supporting himself with his large bamboo stick.

As soon as these preliminaries were over the Kalubi called upon Komba, whom he addressed in formal language as "You-who-have-passed-the-god," and "You-the-Kalubi-to-be" (I thought I saw him wince as he said these words), to give an account of his mission and of how it came about that they had the honour of seeing the white lords there.
Komba obeyed.