"With the greatest of pleasure," replied Oliver. "Nothing is more agreeable after a meal than to enjoy a cigar, a cup of coffee, and a friend's company."
"And yet you have determined to deprive yourself of these luxuries forever," replied Durand.
"Man is ever insatiable. The unknown always did and always will attract him. He will ever quit the substance for the shadow. The fable is right. But let us talk of something else. Serious conversation after eating is folly," observed Oliver.
"You are quite right—some more rum in your coffee? It is an excellent thing. What do you think I have been doing since I saw you?"
"It is impossible for me to guess," cried Oliver.
The captain rose, went to the window, and gave a short whistle. After this, he returned to his seat, Oliver staring at him while he sipped his coffee.
Five minutes elapsed, and then in came several men, carrying various packets, which they placed on a side table, and went out without speaking.
"What does it mean?" cried Oliver, in comic astonishment.
"Then something can rouse you?" cried Durand, smiling.
"No, only I wondered."