Ching summoned one of the smiling waiters, and the order was given.
Then for the first time he noticed that we had not finished the contents
of our little saucers.

"No eat lat?" he cried.

I shook my head.

"Velly good!"

"We're not quite well," said Smith.

"Been out in the sun too much," added Barkins.

"Ah, sun too much bad! Lit' dlop spilit make quite well. No eat lat?"

"No, no!" we cried in chorus.

"Velly good," said our guide; and in alarm lest such a delicacy should
be wasted, he drew first one and then the other saucer over to his side,
and finished their contents.

Long before this, though, the attendant had brought us three tiny
glasses of white spirit, which we tossed off eagerly, with the result
that the qualmish sensations passed away; but no recommendations on the
part of our guide could induce us to touch anything that followed,
saving sundry preparations of rice and fruit, which were excellent.

The dinner over, Ching took us about the garden to inspect the lilies in
pots, the gold and silver fish, fat and wonderfully shaped, which glided
about in the tanks and ponds, and then led us into a kind of arbour,
where, beneath a kind of wooden eave, an instrument was hanging from a
peg. It was not a banjo, for it was too long; and it was not a guitar,
for it was too thin, and had not enough strings; but it was something of
the kind, and evidently kept there for the use of musically-disposed
visitors.

"You likee music?" said Ching.

"Oh yes," I replied dubiously, as I sat using the telescope, gazing
right away over the lower part of the town at the winding river, with
its crowds of craft.

"Why, he isn't going to play, is he?" whispered Smith. "We don't want
to hear that. Let's go out in the town."

"Don't be in such a hurry," replied Barkins. "The sun's too hot. I
say, our dinner wasn't such a very great success, was it?"

Smith shook his head, and just then Ching began to tune the instrument,
screwing the pegs up and down, and producing the most lugubrious sounds,
which somehow made me begin to think of home, and how strange it was to
be sitting there in a place which seemed like part of a picture,
listening to the Chinese guide.

I had forgotten the unpleasantry of the dinner in the beauty of the
scene, for there were abundance of flowers, the sky was of a vivid blue,
and the sun shone down brilliantly, and made the distant water of the
river sparkle.

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