“A house at Folkestone for the season.”
“What should she want a house at Folkestone for?” said Harris.
“To live in,” I suggested, “during the summer months.”
“She’s going to her people in Wales,” said Harris, “for the holidays, with the children; we’ve had an invitation.”
“Possibly,” I said, “she’ll go to Wales before she goes to Folkestone, or maybe she’ll take Wales on her way home; but she’ll want a house at Folkestone for the season, notwithstanding. I may be mistaken—I hope for your sake that I am—but I feel a presentiment that I’m not.”
“This trip,” said Harris, “is going to be expensive.”
“It was an idiotic suggestion,” I said, “from the beginning.”
“It was foolish of us to listen to him,” said Harris; “he’ll get us into real trouble one of these days.”
“He always was a muddler,” I agreed.
“So headstrong,” added Harris.