_Roger_: "Well: there you are. _That_ is a justification for your being here, as in other parts of Africa.... If you and we can only give the Negro _something else to think of_. He is like our labouring class at home. It is the only pleasure he knows of. Give him education, ambition, sports, remunerative work, an interest, even, in better food, in better houses, pictures, music, theatres..." (Mrs. Stott shudders.) "Well: there you are, making a face at the theatre. You won’t distract the Negro—or the European—from indulging sexual desires by prayers and hymns and the reading of ancient scriptures: _that’s_ certain. I know we differ there, and you must be already worn out with this lengthy conversation. As you’ve stayed so long, stay a little longer and have lunch with us? Lucy was only saying this morning she never sees you nowadays. You can go and have a talk to her, while I glance through these reports. See, by the bye, they give your donkey a feed, and put it safely in the stable. The other day one of ours disappeared. Of course, they said it was a leopard——" At luncheon. The dining-room at Magara House is a fair-sized apartment, with walls of well-smoothed cement surface of pinkish tone, due to red ochre being mixed with the cement. On the walls are hung a few clever pastel studies done by a talented German horticulturist who has an eye for colour and design; there are trophies of shields and spears; there is a dado of native matting; and a smooth floor surface of red _chunam_ plaster, made by Indian masons from the coast. In a pleasant bay which looks on to the front verandah a magnificent lion’s skin lies between the window-seats.... A Swahili butler and footman clothed in long white _kansus_, with white "open-work" skull-caps, and black, gold-embroidered _visibao_,[#] are serving the luncheon, cooked admirably by the still surviving husband of Halima, the Goanese Andrade. The meal consists of chicken broth, flavoured with grated coco-nut and red chillies; curried prawns (out of tins); kid cutlets and chip potatoes; Mango "fool"; and a _macédoine de fruits_—fresh pineapple, bananas, sliced papaw, and oranges. [A little Rhine wine flavoured the fruit-salad and was served at table with Seltzer water.] Then, in the alcove with the lion skin [the door-window opens on to the verandah with the petunia beds below in carmine and purple blaze] the servants place Turkish coffee and cigarettes. Mrs. Stott only drinks Seltzer water and declines a cigarette; but thoroughly enjoys her lunch and congratulates Lucy on the flower-decorations of the table.... [#] Sleeveless waistcoats.