"Nearly everything of that kind does.

I know that Mr.March has been terribly depressed at times, and the doctor said it was nothing but his liver; and Carlsbad is the great place for that, you know." "Perhaps I can get papa to run over some day, if he doesn't like Dresden.

It isn't very far, is it ?" They referred to Mrs.March's Baedeker together, and found that it was five hours.
"Yes, that is what I thought," said Miss Triscoe, with a carelessness which convinced Mrs.March she had looked up the fact already.
"If you decide to come, you must let us get rooms for you at our hotel.
We're going to Pupp's; most of the English and Americans go to the hotels on the Hill, but Pupp's is in the thick of it in the lower town; and it's very gay, Mr.Kenby says; he's been there often.

Mr.Burnamy is to get our rooms." "I don't suppose I can get papa to go," said Miss Triscoe, so insincerely that Mrs.March was sure she had talked over the different routes; to Carlsbad with Burnamy--probably on the way from Cuxhaven.
She looked up from digging the point of her umbrella in the ground.

"You didn't meet him here this morning ?" Mrs.March governed herself to a calm which she respected in asking, "Has Mr.Burnamy been here ?" "He came on with Mr.and Mrs.Eltwin, when we did, and they all decided to stop over a day.