The next day they pursued their retreat by the Southern
Pacific route, which Carthew followed on his way to
England; but the other three branched off for Mexico.
EPILOGUE
TO WILL H. LOW
DEAR Low,--The other day (at Manihiki of all places) I
had the pleasure to meet Dodd. We sat some two hours
in the neat little toy-like church, set with pews after
the manner of Europe, and inlaid with mother-of-pearl
in the style (I suppose) of the New Jerusalem. The
natives, who are decidedly the most attractive
inhabitants of this planet, crowded round us in the
pew, and fawned upon and patted us; and here it was I
put my questions, and Dodd answered me.
I first carried him back to the night in Barbizon when
Carthew told his story, and asked him what was done
about Bellairs. It seemed he had put the matter to his
friend at once, and that Carthew had taken to it with
an inimitable lightness. "He's poor and I'm rich," he
had said. "I can afford to smile at him.
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