'A man who has crossed the Cordilleras and camped in the
primeval forest on the shores of the Amazon, learns to help himself. So
this is the _Cayman_? _Muy deleitoso, mi amigo_. A floating Paradise in
little. If the ark had been like this, I don't think any of the
passengers would have wanted the flood to dry up.'
He shook hands with Lady Lesbia as he spoke, and with Lady Kirkbank, who
looked at him as if he were part of her dream, and then he sank into the
chair on Lesbia's left hand, with the air of being established for the
rest of the day.
'I have left my portmanteaux at the end of the pier,' he said lazily. 'I
dare say one of your fellows will be good enough to take them to Formosa
for me?'
Mr. Smithson gave the necessary order. All the beauty had gone out of the
sea and the sky for him, all the contentment from his mind; and yet he
was in no position to rebel against Fate--in no position to say directly
or indirectly, 'Don Gomez de Montesma, I don't want you here, and I must
request you to transfer yourself elsewhither.
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