"_Que usted descanse bien_" (may you sleep well), said the landlord, and left me.

Keeping the candle burning I tumbled into bed, for I was very tired, but jumped out almost immediately, despite my fatigue.

I turned down the clothes, and saw the bugs gathering in the centre from all parts of the bed.

I collected a dozen or two, and put them in a basin of water, and, dressing myself, went out on the landing and called the landlord.
He came up yawning.
"Sir," he said, "do you wish anything ?" "Nothing; but it is impossible, absolutely impossible, for me to sleep in that bed." "But why, senor ?" "Because it is full of bugs." "Oh no, sir, that cannot be, that cannot be; there is not a bug in the house." "But I have seen them." "You must be mistaken; it is impossible that there can be a bug in the house." "But I have caught some." "It makes twenty years that I live in this house, and never have I seen such a thing." "Pardon me, but will you do me the favour to look at this basin ?" "Sir, you are right, you are completely right; it is the weather; _every bed in Cadiz is now full of them_." In the morning, and every morning, we were away at daylight, and walked some miles before breakfast.

All the way to Suifu the road is a paved causeway, 3 feet 6 inches to 6 feet wide, laid down with dressed flags of stone; and here, at least, it cannot be alleged, as the Chinese proverb would have it, that their roads are "good for ten years and bad for ten hundred." There are, of course, no fences; the main road picks its way through the cultivated fields; no traveller ever thinks of trespassing from the roadway, nor did I ever see any question of trespass between neighbours.