‘It is too much trouble, I perceive,’ said Lord Rotherwood; ‘just as I told you.’
‘Not exactly,’ said Claude.
Lord Rotherwood now detailed his plan to his uncle, who said with a propitious smile, ‘Well, Claude, what do you think of it?
‘Mind you catch a firefly for me,’ said Maurice.
‘Why don’t you answer, Claude?’ said Lilias; ‘only imagine seeing Undine’s Castle!’
‘Eh, Claude?’ said his father.
‘It would be very pleasant,’ said Claude, slowly, ‘but—’
‘What?’ said Mr. Mohun.
‘Only a but,’ said the Marquis. ‘I hope he will have disposed of it by the morning; I start next Tuesday week; I would not go later for the universe; we shall be just in time for the summer in its beauty, and to have a peep at Switzerland. We shall not have time for Mont Blanc, without rattling faster than any man in his senses would do. I do not mean to leave any place till I have thoroughly seen twice over everything worth seeing that it contains.’
‘Then perhaps you will get as far as Antwerp, and spend the rest of the holidays between the Cathedral and Paul Potter’s bull. No, I shall have nothing to say to you at that rate,’ said Claude.