"Nor can I. Huskinson may be there. And if he saw me in—well, I should just expire!"
"And the Duchess is going to cut me, too, as soon as the week is over. I have no social duty towards her now. I have no social duty to anyone. Chloe, let us go! Let us creep away!"
"Creep! Where to?"
"To Bungay. There must be cots there; we will take one."
"A cot? What's that?"
"A thing that is smaller than a cottage. We will bury ourselves——"
"Creep away and bury ourselves—it sounds rather earthy."
"You shall change your trousers. I will dream, work, learn the true life; he shall teach me."
"James Bush?"