(By our Blasé Contributor)
That I missed so many chances of doing something more or less novel on the continent.
That I did not try a cup of coffee on Dover Pier before starting for Calais.
That I avoided the smoke-room when the steamboat passed through a choppy sea mid-Channel.
That I did not "declare" something to the douane, to see what would come of it.
That I did not stay a day at St. Pol, and then take the slow train to Boulogne, stopping an hour or so at each of the interim stations.
That I did not go to a third-rate hotel on the wrong side of the Seine to find out what it was like.
That I didn't do the Bois de Boulogne in a fog.
That I left Paris without seeing Père-la-Chaise in a Scotch mist.