"No," said Harris; "she didn't seem able to think of anything else." "You'll find when you get home," I said, "she has thought of one other thing." "What's that?" said Harris. "A house at Folkestone for the season." "What should she want a house at Folkestone for?" said Harris. "To live in," I suggested, "during the summer months." "She's going to her people in Wales," said Harris, "for the holidays, with the children; we've had an invitation." "Possibly," I said, "she'll go to Wales before she goes to Folkestone, or maybe she'll take Wales on her way home; but she'll want a house at Folkestone for the season, notwithstanding. I may be mistaken--I hope for your sake that I am--but I feel a presentiment that I'm not." "This trip," said Harris, "is going to be expensive." "It was an idiotic suggestion," I said, "from the beginning." "It was foolish of us to listen to him," said Harris; "he'll get us into real trouble one of these days." "He always was a muddler," I agreed. "So headstrong," added Harris. We heard his voice at that moment in the hall, asking for letters. "Better not say anything to him," I suggested; "it's too late to go back now." "There would be no advantage in doing so," replied Harris. "I should have to get that bathroom and piano in any case now." He came in looking very cheerful. "Well," he said, "is it all right? Have you managed it?" There was that about his tone I did not altogether like; I noticed Harris resented it also. "Managed what?" I said. "Why, to get off," said George. I felt the time was come to explain things to George. "In married life," I said, "the man proposes, the woman submits. It is her duty; all religion teaches it." George folded his hands and fixed his eyes on the ceiling. "We may chaff and joke a little about these things," I continued; "but when it comes to practice, that is what always happens. We have mentioned to our wives that we are going. Naturally, they are grieved; they would prefer to come with us; failing that, they would have us remain with them. But we have explained to them our wishes on the subject, and--there's an end of the matter." George said, "Forgive me; I did not understand. I am only a bachelor. People tell me this, that, and the other, and I listen." I said, "That is where you do wrong. When you want information come to Harris or myself; we will tell you the truth about these questions." George thanked us, and we proceeded with the business in hand. "When shall we start?" said George. "So far as I am concerned," replied Harris, "the sooner the better." His idea, I fancy, was to get away before Mrs. H. thought of other things. We fixed the following Wednesday. "What about route?" said Harris. "I have an idea," said George. "I take it you fellows are naturally anxious to improve your minds?" I said, "We don't want to become monstrosities. To a reasonable degree, yes, if it can be done without much expense and with little personal trouble."