Both of them remembered well that awful night, and dropped into moody silence at the dismal recollection.
"Are there any other bad men at the Tyuonyi ?" Okoya asked; but low, as if he were afraid of the answer.
"There may be others," Hayoue muttered, "but those two are certainly the worst." Okoya felt disappointed; Tyope, he saw, must indeed be a bad creature.
"Do you know whether Tyope is mourning ?" asked his uncle.
"I have not seen him," grumbled the other.
"I am sure he will look as if his mother had died," scolded Hayoue.

"He is a great liar, worse than a Navajo.

He puts on a good face and keeps the bad one inside.

I would like to know what the Shiuana think of that bad man." "Have we any bad women among us ?" Okoya said, to change the conversation.
"Hannay is bad!" his uncle cried.
A pang went through the heart of the other youth.

His prospective father and mother in-law appeared really a pair of exquisite scoundrels.
"Are there any others ?" "I don't know, still I have heard." Hayoue looked about as if afraid of some eavesdropper,--"what I tell you now is only for yourself,--that Shotaye is bad, very bad! After being Tyope's wife for a while, I should not be surprised if--" "Does she speak to those that can do us harm ?" Okoya interrupted in a timid whisper.
"It may be.