A few vigorous strokes from the oars of our boatmen brought us alongside
a junk riding at anchor in the open roadstead of Shanghai. The interior,
draped with scarlet damask, was brilliantly illuminated by means of an
immense number of dainty little lanterns, beneath which hung cages filled
with birds, whilst other cages upheld glass globes where red fish, with
long golden tails and transparent fins, disported themselves, their size
fantastically exaggerated by the medium through which we watched their
graceful movements. Very finely-woven mats of gleaming cleanliness covered
the floors, and curtains of embroidered silk slightly raised hung at the
entrances to the cabins, half concealing, half revealing, the mysterious
recesses within. I went into one of these retreats, and there in the
centre of the room I saw seated round a table, loaded with flowers, a
number of pale-faced Chinamen, each with a fan in his hand, with several
richly-dressed women (all, as usual, too much rouged), who were sipping
tea together or nibbling sweetmeats to the accompaniment of a guitar. I
noted also a couch of satin, without mattress or palliasse, but with a
pillow consisting of a cylinder of red chequered cardboard, and not far
from the couch a fragile bamboo table, on which were placed a metal pipe,
a box of opium, and the little lamps indispensable to the smokers of the
drug.
I was presented to the mandarin, who was giving the entertainment, and
found him to be a man of very dignified appearance. He had lived for a
long time at Hong-Kong, and spoke a little English. He was very anxious to
perform his duties of host properly with regard to me, but did not find it
very easy.
"What will you take?" he and the gentleman who had brought me kept saying
one after the other.
A queer fancy took possession of me all of a sudden, and I replied that I
should like to smoke some opium.
"Well, then," was the answer, "will you go into that cabin?" He clapped
his hands, and a servant ran in to light the lamps.
When this was done, my host said: "I will send you a little tea as well,
in case the opium should not suit you. I suppose it is the first time you
have ever smoked it."
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