MR.

CHIPPERTON KEEPS PERFECTLY COOL.
It's of no use to deny the fact that Nassau was a pretty dull place, just about this time.

At least Corny and I found it so, and I don't believe young Mr.Colbert was very happy, for he didn't look it.

It's not to be supposed that our quarrel affected the negroes, or the sky, or the taste of bananas; but the darkeys didn't amuse me, and my recollection of those days is that they were cloudy, and that I wasn't a very good customer down in the market-house by the harbor, where we used to go and buy little fig-bananas, which they didn't have at the hotel, but which were mighty good to eat.
Colbert and I still kept up a frigid reserve toward each other.

He thought, I suppose, that I ought to speak first, because I was the older, and I thought that he ought to speak first because he was the younger.
One evening, I went up into my room, having absolutely nothing else to do, and there I found Colbert, writing.