ing of the English; and then, in the East, amongst
the Persians, amongst the Armenians.'

'The Armenians,' said I; 'oh dear me, the Armenians--'

'Have you anything to say about those people, sir?' said the man in
black, lifting up his glass to his mouth.

'I have nothing further to say,' said I, 'than that the roots of Ararat
are occasionally found to be deeper than those of Rome.'

'There's half a crown broke,' said the landlord, as the man in black let
fall the glass, which was broken to pieces on the floor. 'You will pay
me the damage, friend, before you leave this kitchen. I like to see
people drink freely in my kitchen, but not too freely, and I hate
breakages; because why? I keeps a decent kind of an establishment.'

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE

THE DINGLE--GIVE THEM ALE--NOT OVER COMPLIMENTARY--AMERICA--MANY
PEOPLE--WASHINGTON--PROMISCUOUS COMPANY--LANGUAGE OF THE ROADS--THE OLD
WOMEN--SOME NUMERALS--THE MAN IN BLACK

The public-house where the scenes which I have attempted to describe in
the preceding chapters took place, was at the distance of about two miles
from the dingle. The sun was sinking in the west by the time I returned
to the latter spot. I found Belle seated by a fire, over which her
kettle was suspended. During my absence she had prepared herself a kind
of tent, consisting of large hoops covered over with tarpauling, quite
impenetrable to rain, however violent. 'I am glad you are returned,'
said she, as soon as she perceived me; 'I began to be anxious about you.
Did you take my advice?'

'Yes,' said I; 'I went to the public-house and drank ale, as you advised
me; it cheered, strengthened, and drove away the horror from my mind--I
am much beholden to you.'

'I knew it would do you good,' said Belle; 'I remembered that when the
poor women in the great house were afflicted with hysterics, and fearful
imaginings, the surgeon, who was a good kind man, used to say, "Ale, give
them ale, and let it be strong."'

'He was no advocate for tea, then?' said I.

'He had no objection to tea; but he used to say, "Everything in its
season." Shall we take ours now?--I have waited for you.'

'I have no objection,' said I; 'I feel rather heated, and at present
should prefer tea to ale--"Everything in its season," as the surgeon
said.'

Thereupon Belle prepared tea, and, as we were taking it, she said--'What
did you see and hear at the public-house?'

'Really,' said I, 'you appear to have your