W. C. Morrow,
Lentala of the South Seas: The Romantic Tale of a Lost Colony
“ Christopher had returned. I beckoned to him to sit with us. “Beelo,” I said, “look at me.” He complied. “If Lentala were here she could read my heart. All that you have said means that she mistrusts me. I understand more than you think I do. You have already shown your confidence and Lentala’s by offering to train me as a native. A wise and generous purpose is in that. By means of the disguise, you wish me to learn some things that will benefit my people, but you are held back by your fear that I will use the knowledge to injure you.” ”
