London at the End of the Century:A Book of Gossip
a Beckett, Arthur William
1900
A COUPLE OF HOURS IN FRANCE.
We arrived. As we walked on shore the rival to Sherlock Holmes made another discovery. | |
Again my comrade muttered and led the way to the . | |
I shall never forget the luncheon. It was excellent. with , some and a , . This, with a bottle of white , some black coffee, and a , came to twelve francs. | |
asked my friend, in that admirable French which in years gone by was the envy and astonishment of his school-fellows at Eton. | |
returned the waiter, | |
We returned to the in comfort. We took up our position in two well-situated arm-chairs. We watched the luggage of the poor passengers from and Brussels coming down | |
302 | the slope with more or less expedition, and more or less wear and tear to the fabric of the boxes. |
We got back to , after a most delightful voyage, by about five o'clock. Tea was awaiting us at the station. We quaffed a cup, and, once more closing our eyes and resigning ourselves to unconsciousness, got back to town by a little after seven o'clock. The next morning I met my comrade's doctor. He told me how he had directed his patient to take a sea passage to Egypt. | |
he exclaimed. | |
I replied, | |
And with this apparently pointless remark I brought our interview to an abrupt conclusion-like this chapter. | |