The Harlequin Opal: A Romance. Vol. 1 (of 3) — David Hume — John Shaqi
The Harlequin Opal: A Romance. Vol. 1 (of 3)
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"Pretty!" cried Philip, laughing. "I once heard a young lady call the
Hallelujah Chorus pretty. You must be a relation of that young lady,
Peter."
"Of all the adjectives in the English language," said Duval, with mock
solemnity, "the one I most detest is 'pretty.'"
"Especially when it is applied to a certain damsel, whereof we wot,"
interjected Philip, mischievously; whereat Jack blushed and the others
laughed.
"If Peter is so enthusiastic over all this," said Tim, waving his hand
to indicate the same, "what will he say when he sees Doña Serafina."
"Bother Doña Serafina," retorted the doctor, growing red. "I wish you
fellows would stop roasting me on the subject."
"She isn't a subject, Peter, but an object. Forty-five, and as plain as
Tim there!"
"Is it me you mean, Jack. Why, I'm not bad looking, at all. I've had
that same on the best female authority. We can't all be heathen gods,
like you and Philip."
"I object to be compared to a heathen god," said the baronet, lighting
a fresh cigarette. "There is ugly Vulcan as well as beautiful Apollo.
Your compliment reads both ways, Tim."
"Oh, the vanity of the creature. But I'm not going to pass compliments,
sir. No, it's my intention to request Mister Duval to deliver a
speech."
"What about?" asked Jack, considerably taken aback at this cool
request.
"On the politics of Cholacaca. I dursn't neglect my business, lads, and
the first letter I have to send to my chief is a report of the cause of
this shindy."
"The information will be useful to us all," said Philip, settling
himself more comfortably in his chair; "we will then know which side to
take, Don Miguel's or Don Hypolito's. Go on, Jack, and you, Peter, hold
your tongue; interrupt, and I'll give orders for your removal
overboard."
The doctor grinned and expressed his desire to know all that Jack had
to say on the subject; whereat Duval, without wasting any time, plunged
at once into the middle of the subject.
"It's a difficult task," he said, rubbing his chin in some perplexity;
"but first you must know the geography of Cholacaca. It has more depth
than breadth, being a strip of country lying south of Yucatan, about
four hundred miles long and two hundred broad. Tlatonac, the chief
town, is in the south, and Acauhtzin, the second city, in the north,
about three hundred miles intervening. There are other towns of more or
less importance in the interior; but the most of Cholacaca consists of
dense forests inhabited by Indians and dotted with buried cities."
"One of which contains the Temple of the Harlequin Opal, I suppose,"
said Philip, leisurely.
"Yes; I have an idea that the Temple of the Opal is not very far from
Tlatonac; but of this I am not sure. Well, to proceed. The country is
very mountainous, and there are comparatively few roads. I am engaged
by the Government to construct a railway to Acauhtzin."
"How far have you constructed?"