“Must have been,” said Ferdy feebly. “What takes you to Bath, Sherry?”
“My mother. She’s putting up at Grillon’s with the Incomparable. Both going to Bath to drink the waters. I’m to escort ’em.”
Ferdy gazed at him in dismay. “I wouldn’t do it, Sherry,” he said. “You won’t like it there!”
“Well, if I don’t like it, I can come back, can’t I?”
“Much better not go at all,” said Ferdy. “Very dull sort of a place these days. Don’t even waltz there. Won’t like the waters either.”
“Good God, I ain’t going to drink “em!”
“Pity to miss the cocking! Very good match!” Ferdy said, faint but pursuing.
“I tell you I’m going to escort my mother to Bath!” Sherry said impatiently. “What the deuce ails you, Ferdy? Why shouldn’t I go to Bath?”
“Just thought you might not care for it, dear boy! No offence! Did you say the Incomparable was going too?”
“Going to bear my mother company.”