CHAPTER XXVI.
“Pekin!” shouted Popof. “All change here.”
And Caterna replied with truly Parisian unction:
“I believe you, my boy!”
And we all changed.
It was four o’clock in the afternoon. For people fatigued with three hundred and twelve hours of traveling, it was no time for running about the town—what do I say?—the four towns inclosed one within the other. Besides, I had plenty of time. I was going to stop some weeks in this capital.
The important thing was to find a hotel in which one could live passably. From information received I was led to believe that the hotel of Ten Thousand Dreams, near the railway station, might be sufficiently in accord with Western notions.
As to Mademoiselle Klork, I will postpone my visit till tomorrow. I will call on her before the box arrives, and
