Here we are, in what they call the Villa of the Fountains, as if there
was n't water enough before the door but they must have it spouting
up out of a creature's nose in one corner, another blowing it out of a
shell, and three naked figures--females, Molly--dancing in a pond of
it in the garden, that kept me out of the place till I had them covered
with an old mackintosh of K. I.'s. We have forty-seven rooms, and
there's barely furniture, if it was all put together, for four; and
there 's a theatre, and a billiard-room, and a chapel; but there 's
not a chair would n't give you the lumbago, and the stocks at Bruff is
pleasant compared to the grand sofa. The lake comes round three sides of
the house, and a mountain shuts in the other one, for there 's no road
whatever to it. You think I 'm not in earnest, but it's as true as I 'm
here; the only approach is by water, so that everything has to come in
boats. Of course, as long as the weather keeps fine, we 'll manage to
send into the town; but when there comes--what we 're sure to have in
this season--aquenoctial gales, I don't know what 's to become of us.
The natives of the place don't care, for they can live on figs and
olives, and those great big green pumpkins they call watermelons; but,
after K. I.'s experience, I don't think we'll try _them_. It was at a
little place on the way here, called Colico, that he insisted on having
a slice of one of these steeped in rum for his supper, because he saw
a creature eating it outside the door. Well, my dear, he relished it
so much that he ate two, and--you know the man--would n't stop till he
finished a whole melon as big as one of the big stones over the gate
piers at home.
"Jemi," says he, when he'd done, "is this the place the hand-book says
you should n't eat any fruit in, or taste the wines of the country?"
"I don't see that," said I; "but Murray says it's notorious for March
miasma, which is most fatal in the fall of the year."
"What's the name of it?" said he.
I could n't say the word before he gave a screech out of him that made
the house ring.
"I 'm a dead man," says he; "that's the very place I was warned about."
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