“You shocking man,” said my wife, “do you perceive what you are saying?”
“Why, of course; but you take me up so sharply: if you had not cut me off in the flower of my speech you would have been gratified at the finish of my sentence.
I was going to say, I never went in for Beauty, but once. That, I think, gives the sentence a pretty turn.”
“Well, now, I think these dreams and this talking in your sleep indicate that you require a change; what do you say to Bournemouth?”
“You think I shall sleep better there?”
“I think it will do you good.”
“Then we’ll go to Bournemouth,” cried I, “for I understand it’s a very dreamy place.”
“But I should like to know what becomes of this action of Mr. Bumpkin, and how all his people get on? You may depend upon it that Sergeant will enlist those other men.”
“I do not know,” I remarked, “what is in the future.”
“But surely you know what you intend. You can make your characters do anything.”