"We
shall stop there to-night, or rather, just outside the town, in one of
the nicest hotels on earth, as you will see."
"Whose choice?" I asked.
"Mine," he laughed, "but I don't think Sir Samuel knows that!"
Down to Hyeres we floated again, on the wings of the Aigle, I looking
longingly across the valley where the old town climbed a citadeled
hill, and lay down at the foot of a sturdy though crumbling castle. If
this were _really_ my own tour, as I am trying to play it is, I would
have commanded a long stop at Costebelle, to make explorations of the
region round about. I can imagine no greater joy than to be able to stay
at beautiful places as long as one wished, and to keep on doing
beautiful things till one tired of doing them.
But life is a good deal like a big busybody of a policeman, continually
telling us to get up and move on!
Our world was a flower world again, ringed in like a secret fairyland,
with distant mountains of extraordinarily graceful shapes--charming
lady-mountains; and as far as we could see the road was cut through a
carpet of pink, white, and golden blossoms destined by and by for the
markets of Paris, London, Berlin, and Vienna.
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