About Easter, George got his chance. Lady Scilly proposed a month's yachting trip in the Mediterranean in somebody's yacht that they were willing to lend her, on condition she invited her own party and included them. If I had a yacht, I would ask my own party, that is all I can say. She asked George to go with them--"We shan't see more of Mr. Pawky (i.e. the owner) than we can help, and you can have a study on board and write a yachting novel, like William Black's, and put old Pawky in. He is quite a character, you know, with a gilded liver, as they say--dyspeptic and all that. I can't stand him, but you might bear with him a little in the interests of Art!" George had no objection to visiting the scene of his new book at Mr. Pawky's expense, in the company of his own pals, and accepted at once. I wonder if they will batten down the hatches on Mr. Pawky as soon as they get out to sea, and keep him there for the rest of the voyage? It would be just like them. George proposed to Mother that she should move in while he was away. He said somebody must go in to get the painters out. Then he would come home fresh and full of material, and find his study organized and everything ready for him to begin. He said there would be ructions, inseparable from a first installation, and that would put him off work abominably, and spoil the whole brewing! "Dear," said Mother, "I fear we shall do badly without you--you are a man, at least--but I'll be good, and spare you cheerfully!" So he went. Then Mother set to work, and was perfectly happy. There was to be a sale in this house, because the furniture in it would not go with what George and Lady Scilly had chosen for Cinque Cento House, but there were some old pieces Mother could not do without. Her nice brass bedstead, and the old nursery fender that Ariadne nearly hanged herself on once in a fit of naughtiness, and of course all the bedding and linen and kitchen utensils from "The Magnolias"--one could hardly suppose Lady Scilly had troubled herself about that sort of thing? The greengrocer "moved" us for two pounds. Mother and Aunt Gerty and the cook saw the things off at Isleworth, and Ariadne and I and Kate--Sarah had gone, and I never got any better reason than that she "had to"--received them at Cinque Cento House. Mother had stuck to it, that she would not go near the place till she went in for good, so it was to be all quite new to her and Aunt Gerty. Ariadne and I, who had been in and out for months, wondered how they would like it, and expected some sport when their eyes first fell on it.