You and Maurice are the best friends I have in Loango.

I often speak to Maurice about it.

It isn't as if there was an English garrison, or anything like that.

I don't trust these niggers a bit." "Perhaps you do not understand them ?" suggested she gently.
She moved away from him as far as she could get.

Every moment increased her repugnance for his presence.
"I don't think Maurice would endorse that," he said, with a conceited laugh.
She winced at the familiar mention of her brother's name, which was probably intentional, and her old fear of this man came back with renewed force.
"I don't think," he went on, "that Maurice's estimation of my humble self is quite so low as yours." She gave a nervous little laugh.
"Maurice has always spoken of you with gratitude," she said.
"To deaf ears, eh?
Yes, he has reason to be grateful, though perhaps I ought not to say it.