“Suppose so, sir. I thought it meant a swim for us. But, I say, it must have spoilt somebody’s beauty snooze. But look there, sir! That must mean gardens.”
“What, Pete?”
“Can’t you see them glow-worm things sparkling?”
“Yes.”
“Well, sir, ain’t you going to say Now?”
“No, Pete. We cannot have passed the big landing-place yet. If we have, only just. Yes, that must be it, and this must be the spot. Oh! if we could only see a spark of light from the Residency we should know where we are.”
“Yes, sir; but it’s no use to look out for lights. Still, we must be getting somewhere near, sir, and I’m ready when you are. I must leave it to you, for you know more about boating on the river than I do. It only seems to me that it can’t be long before we shall be opposite the Doctor’s beautiful garden and the little steps at the bottom, where you used to land.”
“Yes, Pete, I must guess, for I can see nothing.”
“Nor me neither, sir; but don’t be huffy because I say what I am going to say.”
“No. Speak out.”