"We've done it." "Hold up, old chap," I whispered.

"Everybody's looking at you." "Let 'em," he groaned.

"Oh, I do feel so ill!" "Nonsense! Look at Tanner." He turned his wild eyes upon Barkins, whose aspect was ludicrous enough to make him forget his own sensations, and he smiled a peculiarly saddened, pensive smile; for our messmate was leaning towards Ching.
"Don't eat any more of that," he said faintly.
"Eat um all up; velly good." "Can one get a drop of brandy here ?" "Dlop blandy?
No.

Velly nicee 'lack." "What's 'lack ?" "No, no 'lack! lice spilit." "'Rack!" I said--"arrack ?" "Yes, allack," said Ching, nodding.
"Let's have some--a glass each," said Barkins; "and look sharp." Ching summoned one of the smiling waiters, and the order was given.
Then for the first time he noticed that we had not finished the contents of our little saucers.
"No eat lat ?" he cried.
I shook my head.
"Velly good!" "We're not quite well," said Smith.
"Been out in the sun too much," added Barkins.
"Ah, sun too much bad! Lit' dlop spilit make quite well.

No eat lat ?" "No, no!" we cried in chorus.
"Velly good," said our guide; and in alarm lest such a delicacy should be wasted, he drew first one and then the other saucer over to his side, and finished their contents.
Long before this, though, the attendant had brought us three tiny glasses of white spirit, which we tossed off eagerly, with the result that the qualmish sensations passed away; but no recommendations on the part of our guide could induce us to touch anything that followed, saving sundry preparations of rice and fruit, which were excellent.
The dinner over, Ching took us about the garden to inspect the lilies in pots, the gold and silver fish, fat and wonderfully shaped, which glided about in the tanks and ponds, and then led us into a kind of arbour, where, beneath a kind of wooden eave, an instrument was hanging from a peg.