“Oh yes, it is green tea. Not green tea made for the English market, but real green tea, uncoloured, such as we drink in China without sugar or milk.” And, putting the spoon in the pot, he produced the leaves, very long and broad, each one separate from the other and absolutely devoid of stalks and dust.
“This I have sent over for me specially from my own estate,” he said, “and this is the tea of which I drink thirty or forty cups a day.”
It was refreshing, and reminded me of the orange leaves used so much in tropical Southern Mexico in the same way. With this ended our quaint Eastern meal.
CHAPTER XVIII
FROM STAGELAND TO SHAKESPEARE-LAND
HOW youth adores the stage! It ever has in all climes and ages, and probably ever will.
This was amusingly borne in on me just after my boy had gone to Cambridge. A particular play with a particularly fascinating actress in the principal part was announced for production there.
Of course, all Cambridge went.
A day or so later, when a lot of “men” were raving over the beauties of the fascinating actress, buying her photographs, wanting her autograph, and so on, one of them turned round to my son and said: