Chapter 487 of 1964 · 65 words · ~1 min read

XXXIX.

Hence all this rice, meat, dancing, wine, and fiddling, Which turned the isle into a place of pleasure; The servants all were getting drunk or idling, A life which made them happy beyond measure. Her father's hospitality seemed middling, Compared with what Haidée did with his treasure; 'T was wonderful how things went on improving, While she had not one hour to spare from loving.[cn]