Nobody ever came to their little house but the priest, a native from the Spanish islands, now and then.

The young man Leonard he had met in town, and was flattered by the little fellow's immense respect for the great Willems.
He let him bring chairs, call the waiters, chalk his cues when playing billiards, express his admiration in choice words.

He even condescended to listen patiently to Leonard's allusions to "our beloved father," a man of official position, a government agent in Koti, where he died of cholera, alas! a victim to duty, like a good Catholic, and a good man.
It sounded very respectable, and Willems approved of those feeling references.

Moreover, he prided himself upon having no colour-prejudices and no racial antipathies.

He consented to drink curacoa one afternoon on the verandah of Mrs.da Souza's house.