'Shepperton? Oh, charming! Dear little town. But it isn't exactly what I call the river, if you know what I mean. I mean to say—'
'Well, could you suggest a place?' said Bruce.
'Oh, I'm the worst person in the world for suggesting anything,' said
Madame Frabelle. 'And I know so little of the river. But how about
Kingston?'
'Kingston? Oh, capital. That would be charming.'
'Kyngestown, as it used to be called' (Madame Frabelle hastened to show her knowledge) 'in the days when Saxon kings were crowned there. Am I wrong or not? Oh, surely yes…. Wasn't it Kingston? Didn't great Caesar cross the river there? And the Roman legions camp upon the sloping uplands?'
Bruce gasped. 'You know everything!' he exclaimed.
'Oh no. I remember a little about the history,' she said modestly, 'Ah, poor, weak King Edwy!'
'Yes, indeed,' said Bruce, though he had no recollection of having heard the gentleman mentioned before. 'Poor chap!'
'Too bad,' murmured Edith.
'How he must have hated that place!' said Madame Frabelle.