Soon they were chatting of places, and somehow it came out of Denry that he was going to Montreux. The eyeglass professed its indifference to Montreux in winter, but said the resorts above Montreux were all right, such as Caux or Pridoux.
And Denry said:
"Well, of course, should n't think of stopping in Montreux. Going to try Pridoux."
The eyeglass said it wasn't going so far as Switzerland yet; it meant to stop in the Jura.
"Geneva's a pretty deadly place, ain't it?" said the eyeglass after a pause.
"Ye-es," said Denry.
"Been there since that new esplanade was finished?"
"No," said Denry. "I saw nothing of it."
"When were you there?"
"Oh! A couple of years ago."