Of those five [horns] which Scaliger beheld, though one spadiceous, or of a light red, and two inclining to red, yet was there not any of this complexion among them.

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Palms towered majestically over the heads of the lower shrubs, and camellias, stephanotis, and many other semi-tropical flowers were growing luxuriantly in the open air.

[…] And here comes tea and coffee—may as well have some, I suppose it will be all the same price. And what's this? eyeing a lot of liqueur glasses full of eau de vie. Chasse café, Monsieur, said the garçon. Chasse cafe—chasse cafe—what's that? Oh, I twig—what we call 'shove in the mouth' at the Free-and-Easy.—Yes, certainly, give me a glass.