His ideals of
comfort were certainly nearer to the cabarets in Berlin, than to the
wild orgies of his own subjects. In fact he was civilized.
A passage across the Adriatic seemed problematic. The Transport Minister
hoped we might catch a ship that had tried to leave Scutari three times,
but had always been thrown on the beach by storms. The great difficulty
was crossing the lake of Scutari. One steamer had been mysteriously sunk
and another damaged. He promised to arrange a motor for us directly he
should be able to put his hand on a boat to take us across the lake.
Jan and Jo simultaneously began to wish they had not eaten sardines at
Rieka. The attack was very violent, and next day Jo stayed in bed,
refusing the page boy's efforts to tempt her with lunch.
"See," he said, bearing in a third dish, "English, your i _rissh_kew."
Jo pretended to be pleased, and made Jan eat the Irish stew after his
lunch, so that the page boy's feelings should not be hurt.
Suddenly word came from the Transport Minister that a carriage was
coming for us.
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