“Hullo!” said Ernest, “I am glad that you have come to this hotel. Do you want anything?”
“Well, yes, I do. The fact of the matter is, I don’t understand a word of French, and I want to find my way to a place that my boy and I have come over here to see. If they talked Zulu or Sisutu, you see, I should be equal to the occasion; but to me French is a barbarous tongue, and the people about here all seem to talk nothing else. Here is the address.”
“I can talk French,” said Ernest, “and, if you like, I will go with you. The table d’hôte is not till seven, and it is not six yet.”
“It is very kind of you.”
“Not at all. I have no doubt that you would show me the way about Zululand, if ever I wandered there.”
“Ay, that I would, with pleasure;” and they started.
It was with considerable diffi
