You see the tunnel which shows that she is thinking, but you do not see the thought within.

Still, sometimes, when she believes that no one beholds or hears her"-- here I bethought me of the young lady's soliloquy over my apparently senseless self--"or when she is surprised, the true thought peeps out of its tunnel.

It did so the other day, when I pleaded with her after she had heard that I killed the buffalo with the cleft horn.
"'Do I love you ?' she said.

'I know not for sure.

How can I tell?
It is not our custom that a maiden should love before she is married, for if she did so most marriages would be things of the heart and not of cattle, and then half the fathers of Zululand would grow poor and refuse to rear girl-children who would bring them nothing.