Damer. M. Delabordeau
was about to ride across the Great Desert to Jerusalem, and it might
perhaps be quite as well to do that with him, as to go up the Nile as
far as the second cataract with the Damers.
"And so, M. Delabordeau, you intend really to start for Mount Sinai?"
"Yes, mees; ve intend to make one start on Monday week."
"And so on to Jerusalem. You are quite right. It would be a thousand
pities to be in these countries, and to return without going over such
ground as that. I shall certainly go to Jerusalem myself by that
route."
"Vot, mees! you? Would you not find it too much fatigante?"
"I care nothing for fatigue, if I like the party I am with,--nothing at
all, literally. You will hardly understand me, perhaps, M.
Delabordeau; but I do not see any reason why I, as a young woman,
should not make any journey that is practicable for a young man."
"Ah! dat is great resolution for you, mees."
"I mean as far as fatigue is concerned. You are a Frenchman, and
belong to the nation that is at the head of all human civilisation--"
M.
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