“Why should you?” said his aunt. “Neither did I. But I don’t stammer about it. Tell me about Biarritz.”
“Oh, it’s not much of a place,” said Toby cautiously. “And it’s awfully full. I spend most of my time getting away from it. I like the peace of——”
“Are there public dances there?”
Captain Rage appeared to consider.
“I believe they do dance at the Casino,” he said. “Yes, I’m almost sure they do.”
“Are you, indeed?” said his aunt. “It’s wonderful how these things get about, isn’t it?” Toby blenched. “Where is the English Church?”
Painfully conscious that his reply would almost certainly be compared with that of Baedeker, Captain Rage swallowed.
“Well,” he said, “when you get out of the hotel, instead of going down to the sea——”
“Toby darling.”
The clear voice floated musically over the miniature wall.