The Life of Captain Sir Richard F. Burton, volume 2 (of 2): By His Wife, Isabel Burton — John Shaqi
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The Life of Captain Sir Richard F. Burton, volume 2 (of 2): By His Wife, Isabel Burton
Burton, Isabel, Lady
Burton, Richard Francis, Sir, 1821-1890; Explorers -- Great Britain -- Biography; Scholars -- Great Britain -- Biography
"'Why we live so high up,' explains Captain Burton, 'is easily
explained. To begin with, we are in good condition, and run up and
down the stairs like squirrels. We live on the fourth story because
there is no fifth. If I had a _campagna_ and gardens and servants,
horses and carriages, I should feel tied, weighted down, in fact.
With a flat, and two or three maidservants, one has only to lock the
door and go. It feels like "light marching order," as if we were
always ready for an expedition; and it is a comfortable place to
come back to. Look at our land-and-sea-scape: we have air, light,
and tranquillity; no dust, no noise, no street smells. Here my wife
receives something like seventy very intimate friends every Friday--an
exercise of hospitality to which I have no objection, save one, and
that is met by the height we live at. There is in every town a lot of
old women of both sexes, who sit for hours talking about the weather
and the _cancans_ of the place, and this contingent cannot face the
stairs.'
"In spite of all this, and perhaps because of it--for the famous
Oriental traveller, whose quarter of a hundred languages are hardly
needed for the entry of cargoes at a third-rate seaport, seems to
protest too much--one is impelled to ask what anybody can find to do
at Trieste, an inquiry simply answered by a 'Stay and see,' with a
slap on the shoulder to enforce the invitation. The _ménage Burton_
is conducted on the early-rising principle. About four or five
o'clock our hosts are astir, and already in their 'den,' drinking
tea made over a spirit-lamp, and eating bread and fruit, reading and
studying languages. By noon the morning's work is got over, including
the consumption of a cup of soup, the ablution without which no
true believer is happy, and the obligations of Frankish toilette.
Then comes a stroll to the fencing-school, kept by an excellent
broadswordsman, an old German trooper. For an hour Captain and Mrs.
Burton fence in the school, if the weather be cold; if it is warm,
they make for the water, and often swim for a couple of hours.
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