"Of course not. But I don't see your point. The country is just swarming with niggers. If we kick one off the place, we can easily get another. Just as good fish in the sea, eh?" "Are there? This colony contains about four hundred thousand natives-- rather more than less--and if you go on as you're doing, Sewin, you'll mighty soon find that not one of those four hundred thousand will stay on your place for love or money. Not only that, but those around here'll start in to make things most unpleasantly lively for you. They'll _slaag_ your sheep and steal your cattle--and you'll find it too hot altogether to stay. Now you take my advice and go on a new tack altogether." "Mr Glanton's quite right, Falkner," said a clear voice from the verandah above us--for we had reached the house now, only in the earnestness of our discussion we had not noticed the presence of anybody. "He has told us the same thing before, and I hope he will go on doing so until it makes some impression." "Oh, as to that, Miss Sewin," I said, idiotically deprecatory, as the Major's eldest daughter came forward to welcome me, "I am only trying to make my experience of service to you." "I don't know what we should have done without it," she answered, in that sweet and gracious way of hers that always made me feel more or less a fool. In outward aspect she was rather tall, with an exceeding gracefulness of carriage. Her face, if it lacked colour perhaps, was very regular and refined; and would light up in the sweetest possible of smiles. She had grey eyes, large and well-lashed, and her abundant hair was arranged in some wonderful manner, which, while free from plaits and coils, always looked far more becoming than any amount of dressing by a fashionable hairdresser could have rendered it. But there you are. What do I, a prosaic trader in the Zulu, for all my experience of border and up-country matters, know about such things? So you must take my plain impressions as I give them. It seemed to me that Falkner Sewin's face had taken on an unpleasant, not to say scowling expression, at his cousin's remarks, and he had turned away to hide it. He was a personable young fellow enough, tall and well set-up, and muscular; handsome too, with a square, determined chin. He had been a few years in the Army, where he had much better have remained, for he seemed to have qualified for civil life by a superlative arrogance, and an overweening sense of his own importance; both doubtless valuable to the accompaniment of jingling spurs and the clank of scabbards, but worse than useless for farming purposes on the Natal border. Towards myself he had begun by adopting a patronising attitude, which, however, he had soon dropped.