Aris began gradually and slowly to get a more definite mental picture of his Tuan. He studied his master. I noticed that when he thought himself unobserved he used to sit opposite with eyes intently fixed on me. I heard it, too, in his words when he talked with a third person about the Tuan, and above all, I felt it most distinctly when I chatted to him myself. Then, also, I recognized that it was a peculiar picture which he had formed of me.
One day Dehng, the village headman of Tung Quang, sent a messenger to say that he had just had a visit from a white man, Mr. Smith. The gentleman was to be his guest for two days.
[When Aris brought me this 44 joyful " news with a solemn face, I merely said : 44 Very good I I'm glad I know, for I had almost intended to go to the village." The somewhat shamed expression on Aris's face of helpless want of understanding showed plainly that he imagined a Tuan would at once rush into the village in his delight at meeting a European, and yet, after all his long studies, he knew, too, that his Tuan would never do such a thing. 44 His master seldom drank, did not care for the company of his white brothers, and always looked bored although he could live just as he pleased. !
44 You are a problem as yet unsolved, Tuan ; in any case, the strange product of a remarkable civilization."
A couple of furrows on Aris's fine forehead gave
unwilling testimony to these convictions. Yet his