The Argosy . iant and romantic, any-thing but emblematical of the sunny south. Nor were we as yet in warm climes. A cold wind blew in uponus, which caused Madame to put up the collar of her jacket andtwist a fur round her neck, and look reproachfully at us; and Letters from Majorca, 39 Monsieur shivered in his sleep and dreamed of arctic regions, andsneezed seven successive times without waking. But what wouldyou ? We had closed the window to within a couple of inches, andeven this at great sacrifice. You know these people of the sunnysouth, and how the scent of garlic inevitably accompanies t
The Argosy . iant and romantic, any-thing but emblematical of the sunny south. Nor were we as yet in warm climes. A cold wind blew in uponus, which caused Madame to put up the collar of her jacket andtwist a fur round her neck, and look reproachfully at us; and Letters from Majorca, 39 Monsieur shivered in his sleep and dreamed of arctic regions, andsneezed seven successive times without waking. But what wouldyou ? We had closed the window to within a couple of inches, andeven this at great sacrifice. You know these people of the sunnysouth, and how the scent of garlic inevitably accompanies them asperfume follows the rose (one likes to go to extremes in compari-sons) ; and our travellers were no exception to this rule, which reallyseems in these lands to be the one rule without it. So the openwindow remained open, and presently Madame subsided from thecontemplative mood into the oblivious; and the train and the dayrolled on to evening. At a quarter to six we reached Bordeaux. Before the train had. Palma. Stopped, Madame screamed out for un petit omnibus, and wesoon found that she was a cunning traveller. Everyone seemedto ask for un petit omnibus, and we who took things moreleisurely discovered, when our time came, that all the small omnibuseswere engaged, and were driving off one after another like a string ofturkeys. There remained nothing but an omnibus that would haveheld comfortably twenty-four people, with a great mirror at one enddrawing them out to forty-eight, and making the lumbering vehiclelook really cavernous. Into this we two were politely shown, felt lost,and wondered if we should ever find our way out again. It rattled off j and you know how French omnibuses can rattle,and at what a pace they tear when it suits their purpose to puton steam. To-night we rattled and tore with a vengeance, andall our traps were soon lying like fallen images on the floor, my 40 Letters from Majorca. precious bag amongst them. It was quite dark, and our first im-pression
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