There Is A Mild Monument Or Two In This Garden, To What Memories I Promptly Failed To Remember Afterward; But As There Are More Military Memories In The World Than Is Good For It, And As These Were Undoubtedly Military Memories, I Cannot Much Blame Myself In The Matter.

After viewing them, there was nothing left to do but to get lunch, which we got extremely good at the hotel where a friend led us.

There was at this hotel a head-waiter, in a silver-braided silk dress-coat of a mauve color, who imagined our wants so perfectly that I shall always regret not taking more of the omelette; the table-waiter urged it upon us twice with true friendliness. The eggs must have been laid for it in Africa that morning at daybreak, and brought over by a Moorish marketman, but we turned from the poetic experience of this omelette in the greedy hope of better things. Better things there could not be, but the fish was as good as the fish at Madeira, and the belief of the chops that they were lamb and not kid seemed better founded.

There had been an excellent bottle of Rioja Blanca, such as you may have as good at some Spanish restaurant in New York for as little money; and the lunch, when reckoned up in English shillings and Spanish undertones, was not cheap. Yet it was not dear, either, and there was no specific charge for that silver-braided dress-coat of a mauve color.

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