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"
Yes
,
Monsieur
Paganel
.
"
"
A
real
breakfast
,
on
a
real
table
,
with
a
cloth
and
napkins
?
"
"
Certainly
,
Monsieur
Paganel
.
"
"
And
we
shall
neither
have
CHARQUI
,
nor
hard
eggs
,
nor
fillets
of
ostrich
?
"
"
Oh
,
Monsieur
,
"
said
Olbinett
in
an
aggrieved
tone
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
hurt
your
feelings
,
my
friend
,
"
said
the
geographer
smiling
.
"
But
for
a
month
that
has
been
our
usual
bill
of
fare
,
and
when
we
dined
we
stretched
ourselves
full
length
on
the
ground
,
unless
we
sat
astride
on
the
trees
.
Consequently
,
the
meal
you
have
just
announced
seemed
to
me
like
a
dream
,
or
fiction
,
or
chimera
.
"
"
Well
,
Monsieur
Paganel
,
come
along
and
let
us
prove
its
reality
,
"
said
Lady
Helena
,
who
could
not
help
laughing
.
"
Take
my
arm
,
"
replied
the
gallant
geographer
.
"
Has
his
Lordship
any
orders
to
give
me
about
the
Duncan
?
"
asked
John
Mangles
.
