Now then, gentlemen, I'll show you the way.

I ordered breakfast on the table, as I saw you coming down the hill." So saying, the old gentleman led the way through a portico.

At the sight of strangers, the windows underneath were crowded with faces of various degrees of colour--eyes and mouths wide open, the latter displaying rows of teeth, so even and so brilliantly white, that they might cause a sensation of envy to many an English belle.
The party were ushered into a spacious and cool apartment on the ground-floor, where a table was covered with all the varieties of a tropical breakfast, consisting of fried fish, curries, devilled poultry, salt meats, and everything which could tend to stimulate an enfeebled appetite.
"Now, gentlemen, let me recommend you to take a white jacket; you'll be more at your ease, and there is no ceremony here.

Boy Jack, where's the sangoree?
This is a fine climate, Captain Berecroft; all you have to attend to is--to be temperate, and not to check the perspiration." Boy Jack who, _par parenthese_, was a stout, well-looking negro, of about forty years of age, now made his appearance with the sangoree.
This was a beverage composed of half a bottle of brandy and two bottles of Madeira, to which were added a proportion of sugar, lime-juice, and nutmeg, with water _ad lib_.

It was contained in a glass bowl, capable of holding two gallons, standing upon a single stalk, and bearing the appearance of a Brobdingnag rummer.