Is it not so, Mitsha?
Okoya may come to see you, may he not ?" The poor girl was terribly embarrassed by this more than direct question, and Okoya himself hung his head in confusion.

He pitied the maiden for having such a mother.

As Mitsha gave no answer, Hannay repeated,-- "Speak, sa uishe; will you send this mot[=a]tza away as you do the others ?" "No," breathed the poor creature thus sorely pressed.

A thrill went through the frame of Okoya; he looked up, and his eyes beamed in the reflex of the fire.

The woman had watched him with the closest attention, and nothing escaped her notice.