ake his place
near a very black-bearded young man, who appeared more civilized than
the rest, and who surprised him by at once making room for him, leaving
the table with an air of courtesy; and when, in his halting Spanish, he
begged 'his Grace' not to disturb himself, he was answered, in the same
tongue, 'I have finished.'
After the meal, such as it was, he wandered out of the hut, to escape
the fumes and the company within; but he was presently accosted by the
same stranger, who, touching his slouched Panama hat, made him a speech
in Spanish, too long and fluent for his comprehension, at the same time
offering him a cigar. He was civilly refusing, when, to his surprise,
the man interrupted him in good English. 'These swamps breed fever, to
a certainty. A cigar is the only protection; and even then there is
nothing more dangerous than to be out at sunset.'
'Thank you, I am much obliged,' said Louis, turning towards the hut.
'Have you been long out here?'
'The first time on the Isthmus; but I know these sort of places. Pray
go in, my Lord.'
The title and the accent startled Louis, and he exclaimed, 'You must be
from the Northwold country?'
He drew back, and said bluntly, 'Never mind me, only keep out of this
pestiferous air.'
But the abrupt surliness completed the recognition, and, seizing his
hand, Louis cried, 'Tom! how are you?' You have turned into a thorough
Spaniard, and taken me in entirely.'
'Only come in, my Lord; I would never have spoken to you, but that I
could not see you catching your death.'
'I am coming: but what's the matter? Why avoid me, when you are the
very man I most wished to see?'
'I'm done for,' said Tom. 'The fellows up there have saddled their
rogueries on me, and I'm off to the States. I--'
'What do you say? There, I am coming in. Be satisfied, Tom; I am come
out with a commission from Mr. Dynevor, to see what can be arranged.'
'That's right,' cried Tom, 'now poor Miss Ponsonby will have one
friend.'
'Your letter to Charlotte brought me out--' began Louis; but Madison
broke in with an expression of dismay and self-reproach at seeing him
walking somewhat lame.
'It is only when I am tired, and not thinking of it,' said Louis; 'do
you know that old ash stick, Tom, my constant friend? See, here are
the names of all the places I have seen cut out on it.'
'I knew it, and you, the moment you sat down by the table,' said Tom,
in a tone of the utmost feeling
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