These were matters for women to do, if they chose: women and Frenchmen were much of a pattern.

Moreover, he knew the hotel this Comte de Croisnel was staying at.

He gasped at the name of it: he had rather encounter a grisly bear than a mosquito any night of his life, for no stretch of cunning outwits a mosquito; and enlarging on the qualities of the terrific insect, he vowed it was damnation without trial or judgement.
Eventually, Mrs.Culling's departure was permitted.

He argued, 'Why go?
the fellow's comfortable, getting himself together, and you say the French are good nurses.' But her entreaties to go were vehement, though Venice had no happy place in her recollections, and he withheld his objections to her going.

For him, the fields forbade it.