He would gladly have shaken hands then and there with M.Jules Peyron, indeed, had he introduced himself in even less equivocal language as a forger, a pickpocket, or an escaped house-breaker.
"And you, monsieur ?" the ex-convict inquired, politely.
Felix told him in a few words the history of their accident and their arrival on the island.
"_Comment_ ?" the Frenchman exclaimed, with surprise and delight.

"A lady as well; a charming English lady! What an acquisition to the society of Boupari! _Quelle chance! Quel bonheur!_ Monsieur, you are welcome, and mademoiselle too! And in what quality do you live here?
You are a god, I see; otherwise you would not have dared to transgress my taboo, nor would this young man--your Shadow, I suppose--have permitted you to do so.

But which sort of god, pray?
Korong--or Tula ?" "They call me Korong," Felix answered, all tremulous, feeling himself now on the very verge of solving this profound mystery.
"And mademoiselle as well ?" the Frenchman exclaimed, in a tone of dismay.
"And mademoiselle as well," Felix replied.

"At least, so I make out.

We are both Korong.