Didn't I tell you this morning that I dreamed of a great beast like a sheep, with red eyes, and I killed it?
Wasn't the white wool his hair, and the red eyes his weak eyes, and my killing him meant marriage?
Get supper ready quickly; the sheep's inside and roaster-cakes.

We shall sit up tonight." To young Piet Vander Walt that supper was a period of intense torture.
There was something overawing in that assembly of English people, with their incomprehensible speech; and moreover, it was his first courtship; his first wife had courted him, and ten months of severe domestic rule had not raised his spirit nor courage.

He ate little, and when he raised a morsel to his lips glanced guiltily round to see if he were not observed.

He had put three rings on his little finger, with the intention of sticking it out stiffly when he raised a coffee-cup; now the little finger was curled miserably among its fellows.

It was small relief when the meal was over, and Tant Sannie and he repaired to the front room.