"They call us the King of the Rain and the Queen of the Clouds in their own language.

I think they imagine we've come from the sun and that we're a sort of spirits." At the sound of these words the girl who held the basket of fruits gave a sudden start.

It almost seemed to Muriel as if she understood them.

But when Muriel looked again she gave no further sign.

She merely held her peace, and tried to appear wholly undisconcerted.
The chief beckoned them down from the platform with a wave of his hand.
They rose and followed him.