Sufficient unto the day is the blindness thereof, and, further, putting aside all Melancolias and false humours, it is of obvious notoriety--such as mine was--that the queen can do no wrong.

Torp doesn't know that.

I'll tell him when we're a little farther into the desert.
What a bungle those boatmen are making of the steamer-ropes! They'll have that four-inch hawser chafed through in a minute.

I told you so--there she goes! White foam on green water, and the steamer slewing round.

How good that looks! I'll sketch it.