It was not a question of my seeking, but was a proposition from the people of Santo Domingo, and which I entertained. In the hall the children who had stayed latest were putting on their things: the party was over. Grose took again, into the queer element I offered her, one of her plunges of submission; then I pointed out that the boat might perfectly be in a small refuge formed by one of the recesses of the pool, an indentation masked, for the hither side, by a projection of the bank and by a clump of trees growing close to the water. --With women, my child? --Yes, father.