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Dollond, retreating to the carriage, which awaited them on the French side of the bridge. "I shall dream of it to-night." "I have dreamt of it," said Rainham simply. "When I was a boy I used to dream of climbing to the edge of the world and falling over. Nowadays, I dream of dropping over the Pont St. Louis: the sensation is much the same." "A very disagreeable one, I should think," said Mrs.
He and Dollond, who had only very recently before his disappearance been promoted, were chums.
They started on foot, stating their intention of walking to Estcourt, hiring horses from natives there, and proceeding on horseback. They had evidently never reached Estcourt, as nothing could be heard of them at that village. They were both young men colonists by birth. Dollond had an especially youthful appearance. Franks was older. He had joined the force later in life.
"Now, isn't it a pretty dance?" murmured Mrs. Dollond rapturously, as she sank into a low chair in a corner secure from the traffic of the kaleidoscopic crowd which had invaded Mrs. Lightmark's drawing-room, and opened her painted fan with a little sigh intended to express her beatitude. Colonel Lightmark, to whom Mrs.
Dollond by her Christian name, she did not pay him the compliment of being jealous: the time for that had passed.
Dollond had asked, as they rattled out of the further gate of Ventimiglia, "why did the excellent lady who tried to monopolize conversation in the salon last night appear so scandalized when I told her where we were going? Was I surely now, Mr. Rainham, I was not indiscreet?" "Ah, Mrs. Dollond," said Rainham humorously, "you know it was a delicate subject.
Besides these, I had a thermometer by Dollond; a compass from the Cape Observatory, and a small pocket one in addition; a good small telescope with a stand capable of being screwed into a tree. Left the town of Linyanti, accompanied by Sekeletu and his principal men, to embark on the Chobe. The chief came to the river in order to see that all was right at parting.
"I don't know what the dickens they're all meant for, but a good many of them seem to have escaped from the Lyceum Juliets, and Portias, and Shylocks, and so forth." "Yes," said Mrs. Dollond. "I think the Shylocks must be picture-dealers, you know. But their conversation isn't very Shakespearian, is it?
It was so funny to see Colonel Lightmark in that rôle, with that young Mr. Sylvester giving away the bride. It would have been so much better if they could have changed parts." "I am sorry to interrupt you," said Mr. Dollond, getting up and putting away his sketch-book; "I can't sketch; the place is full of locusts, and they are getting into my boots." Mrs.
Now if the feathered martyr could only wait one minute, he might obtain the second morsel on the same terms as the first; but Nature has so constructed him that, in his estimation, the most important of all economies is the economy of time; and his Dollond eye has descried another penguin, seven miles distant, in the very act of dipping for a fish. Can he make the return trip? He must chance it.
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