“Oh, yes,” he said; “if I may go down to the station to see you away afterward.”
“I think if we got you so far we should persuade you to go with us,” Mrs. Kavanagh said, with a smile.
He sat silent for a minute. Of course she could not seriously mean such a thing. But, at all events, she would not be displeased if he crossed their path while they were actually abroad.
“It is getting too late in the year to go to Scotland now,” he said, with some hesitation.
“Oh, most certainly,” Mrs. Lorraine said.
“I don’t know where the man in whose yacht I was to have gone may be now. I might spend half my holiday in trying to catch him.”
“And during that time you would be alone,” Mrs. Lorraine said.
“I suppose the Tyrol is a very nice place,” he suggested.
“Oh, most delightful!” she exclaimed. “You know, we should go around by Switzerland, and go up by Luzerne and Zurich to the end of the Lake of Constance. Bregenz, mamma, isn’t that the place where we hired that good-natured man the year before last?”
“Yes, child.”