'Do you really care about crossing to St. Malo after this--really prefer
the idea to Ryde?'
'Infinitely,' exclaimed Lesbia, quickly. 'Ryde would only be Cowes ever
again--a lesser Cowes; and I thought when you first proposed it that the
plan was rather stupid, though I did not want to be uncivil and say so.
But I was delighted with Don Gomez de Montesma's amendment, substituting
St. Malo for Ryde. In the first place the trip across will be
delicious'--Lady Kirkbank gave a faint groan--'and in the second place I
am dying to see Brittany.'
'I doubt if you will highly appreciate St. Malo. It is a town of many
and various smells.'
'But I want to smell those foreign smells of which one hears much. At
least it is an experience. We need not be on shore any longer than we
like. And I want to see that fine rocky coast, and Chateaubriand's tomb
on the what's-its-name. So nice to be buried in that way.'
'Then you have set your heart on going to St. Malo, and would not like
any change in our plan?'
'Any change will be simply detestable,' answered Lesbia, all the more
decidedly since she suspected a desire for change on the part of Mr.
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