That word was "Perhaps!"
The reason was that, despite all their efforts to deceive each other, neither of them hoped.
[CHAPTER V.]
THE DAUPH'YEERS.
Now let us quit the old world, and, taking an immense stride, transport ourselves to the new one at a single leap.
There is in America a city which possibly cannot be compared to any other in the whole world. That city is Valparaiso!
Valparaiso! The word resounds in the enchanted ear like the gentle soft notes of a love song.
A coquettish, smiling, and mad city, softly reclining like a careless Creole, round a delicious bay, at the foot of three majestic mountains, lazily bathing her rosy and dainty feet in the azure waves of the Pacific, and veiling her dreamy brow in the storm-laden clouds which escape from Cape Horn, and roll with a sinister sound round the peaks of the Cordilleras, to form a splendid glory for them.
Although built on the Chilean coast, this strange city belongs, in fact, to no country, and recognises no nationality: or to speak more correctly, it admits all into its bosom.