Part 1 (2/2)

”Very likely,” said Mr. George.

”Every traveller,” continued Rollo, looking again at his paper, ”is responsible, personally, for all violations of the custom-house regulations, or those of the police.”

”That's all right,” said Mr. George.

”And the last regulation is,” said Rollo, ”that the travellers cannot smoke in the diligence, nor take any dogs in.”

”Very well,” said Mr. George, ”we have no dogs, and we don't wish to smoke, either in the diligence or any where else.”

”They are very good regulations,” said Rollo; and so saying, he folded up the paper, and put it back into his wallet.

On the evening before the day appointed for the journey, Rollo took the valise which contained the princ.i.p.al portion of his own and his uncle's clothes, and went with it in a carriage to the office. Mr. George offered to accompany him, but Rollo said it was not necessary, and so he took with him a boy named Cyrus, whom he had become acquainted with at the hotel.

The carriage, when it arrived at the diligence station, drove in under an archway, and entered a s.p.a.cious court surrounded by lofty buildings.

There was a piazza, with columns, all around the court. Along this piazza, on the four sides of the building, were the various offices of the different lines of diligences, with the diligences themselves standing before the doors.

”Now, Cyrus,” said Rollo, ”we have got to find out which is our office.”

But Rollo was saved any trouble on this score, for the coachman drove the carriage directly to the door of the office for Rome. Rollo had told him that that was his destination, before leaving the hotel.

There was a man in a sort of uniform at the door of the office. Rollo pointed to his valise, and said, in Italian, ”For Rome to-morrow morning.” The man said, ”Very well,” and taking the valise out of the carriage, he put it in the office. Then Rollo and Cyrus got into the carriage again, and rode away.

The next morning Mr. George and Rollo went down to breakfast before six o'clock. While they were eating their breakfast, the waiter came in with a cold roast chicken upon a plate, which he set down upon the table.

”Ah!” said Mr. George, ”that is for us to eat on the way.”

”Don't the diligence stop somewhere for us to dine?” asked Rollo.

”Yes,” said Mr. George, ”I presume it stops for us to dine, but as we are going to be out all night, I thought perhaps that we might want a supper towards morning. Besides, having a supper will help keep us awake in going across the Pontine Marshes.”

”Must we keep awake?” asked Rollo.

”So they say,” replied Mr. George. ”They say you are more likely to catch the fever while you are asleep than while you are awake.”

”I don't see why we should be,” said Rollo.

”Nor do I,” said Mr. George.

If Mr. George really did not know or understand a thing, he never pretended to know or understand it.

”It may be a mere notion,” said Mr. George, ”but it is a very prevailing one, at any rate; so I thought it would be well enough for us to have something to keep us awake.”

”We will take some bread and b.u.t.ter too,” said Rollo.

Mr. George said that that would be an excellent plan. So they each of them cut one of the breakfast rolls which were on the table in two, and after spreading the inside surfaces well with b.u.t.ter, they put the parts together again. The waiter brought them a quant.i.ty of clean wrapping paper, and with this they wrapped up both the chicken and the rolls, and Rollo put the three parcels into his bag.

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