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Steele looks greatly astonished. "Not so fery! Dthis train go soon; I must zay gude-bye. Here ees dthe leedle carve spoon from Escuintla you zay you like. I haf had much plaisir to know you, Madame. Gude-bye!" He holds out his shapely white hand and Mrs. Steele takes it warmly. "Indeed, Baron, I'm quite breathless with surprise, and really very sorry to lose you.
It is all like a curious dream from which we waken at Escuintla to take our eleven o'clock breakfast. This place has been partially destroyed by earthquake, and Mrs. Steele urges despatch with breakfast that we may see what is left. A very tolerable meal is served in the wide, open veranda of the station. "What a nice little spoon!" Mrs.
Steele, "but it takes five hours to get there; it's an up-hill grade all the way." "Five hours!" I repeat, dismayed. "Oh, why did no one tell me that before? I had scarcely a mouthful of breakfast." "We haf another breakfast at Escuintla, mees, a gude one," says Señor Noma, passing through our coach to the smoking-car.
Yes, just as I thought " as we begin to move back to Escuintla "there's the vine-covered hut that idiotic person proposed buying here's the station and ... who's that?" Before my astonished eyes stand Mrs. Steele and the Baron de Bach, looking anxiously for the advancing train. As it stops they run forward. "My dear, don't you ever do such a foolhardy thing again," begins Mrs. Steele, severely.
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