Or, better still, go to the Arabs over there," he went on bitterly, pointing with his hand towards the houses of Sambir.
"Abdulla is the man you want.

There is nothing he would not buy, and there is nothing he would not sell; believe me, I know him well." He waited for an answer a short time, then added-- "All that I have said is true, and there is nothing more." Nina, held back by her mother, heard a soft voice reply with a calm evenness of intonation peculiar to the better class Malays-- "Who would doubt a white Tuan's words?
A man seeks his friends where his heart tells him.

Is this not true also?
I have come, although so late, for I have something to say which you may be glad to hear.

To-morrow I will go to the Sultan; a trader wants the friendship of great men.

Then I shall return here to speak serious words, if Tuan permits.