In the earlier part of the walk, he had never seen Algeria; but after half a bottle of muscat, he had spent six months in that country, and he enlivened the remainder of the way with many details of his experiences there.

We reached Die about half-past seven, and the arrival of real ice was hailed as a marvel.

Although I had been sent off so unhesitatingly by the landlord in the morning, it seemed that they none of them knew what a glaciere meant.

They had determined that we should never reach the _Foire de Fondeurle_, and that if we did, we should find nothing there to repay our toil.

As I sat at an open window afterwards, Liotir's voice was to be heard holding forth in a neighbouring cafe upon the wonders of the day; and among the crowd which is a normal condition of the evening streets of Die, the words _Fondeurle_, _Vassieux_, _Anglais_, _glace_, &c., showed what the general subject of conversation was.
The landlady had obeyed orders, and was provided with butter and bread.
The tea was served in an open earthenware pitcher, with the spout at right angles with the handle.