“So you would, my lad, all over the world—Asia, Africa or America.”
“But I expected something so different; and I thought we were going to get magnificent great crystals, and I haven’t seen any yet.”
“Did you expect to see them tumbling about anywhere on the mountain side, sir?”
“I thought they would be plentiful.”
“I did not. I fully expected that we should have a good deal of difficulty in finding them. If they were easily found, they would be common and of no value. Wait a bit, and I dare say we shall discover a crystal cavern yet.”
“Well, then, the flowers and moss: I expected to find all kinds of fresh things.”
“Did you?”
“Yes, of course—all foreign. Why, look at those! I’ve seen lots of them at home in gardens.”
“Gentians? Oh yes.”
“And that patch of old monkshood,” Saxe continued, pointing to a slope dotted with the dark blue flowers of the aconite. “Why, you can see that in nearly every cottage garden at home. Here’s another plant, too—I don’t know its name.”