It is then that the host vanishes, to reappear in a brilliant robe of gold brocade and a vest of satin." "These people ought all to perish of indigestion." "No; they are moderate eaters, their dishes consist of small saucers, each containing only a few mouthfuls of meat, and, as for Europeans, the want of forks and spoons--" "What! have they no forks ?" "Not at table--nor knives either; but, on the other hand, they are exceedingly expert in the use of two slender sticks of ivory, which they hold in the first three fingers of the right hand, and with which they manage to convey solids, and even liquids, to their mouths." "Ah! I see," said Jack; "the Europeans would be obliged, like Mrs.
Wolston, to call their carriage, in spite of the fifty-two saucers of meat: it puts me in mind of the stork inviting the fox to dine with her out of a long-necked jar." "We are apt to judge the Chinese by the pictures seen of them on their own porcelain, and copied upon our pottery," said Becker; "but this conveys only a ludicrous idea of them.

They are the most industrious, but at the same time the vainest, most stupid, and most credulous people in the world; they worship the moon, fire, fortune, and a thousand other things; people go about amongst them selling wind, which they dispose of in vials of various sizes." "That is a trade that will not require an extraordinary amount of capital." "True; and besides, as they carry on their trade in the open air, they have no rent to pay." "Their bonzes or priests," continued Becker, "to excite charity, perambulate the streets in chains, sometimes with some inflammable matter burning on their heads, whilst, instead of attempting to purify the souls of dying sinners, they put rice and gold in their mouths when the vital spark has fled.

They have a very cruel mode of punishing renegade Lamas: these are pierced through the neck with a red-hot iron." "What is a Lama, father ?" "It is a designation of the Tartar priests." For some time Willis had been closely examining a particular point in the bay with increasing anxiety; at last he ran towards the shore and leapt into the sea.

Becker and his four sons were on the point of starting off in pursuit of him.
"Stop," said Wolston, "I have been watching Willis's movements for the last ten minutes, and I guess his purpose--let him alone." Willis swam to some object that was floating on the water, and returned in about a quarter of an hour, bringing with him a plank.
"Well," he inquired, on landing, "was I wrong ?" "Wrong about what ?" inquired Wolston.
"The _Nelson_ is gone." "The proof, Willis." "That plank." "Well, what about the plank ?" "I recognise it." "How, Willis ?" "How! Well," replied the obstinate pilot, "fish don't breed planks, and--and--I scarcely think this one could escape from a dockyard, and float here of its own accord." "Then, Willis, according to you, there are no ships but the _Nelson_, no ships wrecked but the _Nelson_, and no planks but the _Nelson's_.
Willis, you are a fool." "Every one has his own ideas, Mr.Wolston." Towards evening, when they were on their way back to Rockhouse, Sophia confidentially called Willis aside, and he cheerfully obeyed the summons.
"Pilot," said she, "I have made up my mind about one thing." "And what is that, Miss Sophia ?" "Why, this--in future, when we are alone, as just now, you must call me Susan, as you used to call your own little girl when at home, not Miss Susan." "Oh, I cannot do that, Miss Sophia." "But I insist upon it." "Well, Miss Sophia, I will try." "What did you say ?" "Miss Sus--" "What ?" "Susan, I mean." "There now, that will do.".