"I shall be the one who will do the vegetating." Lady Caroom laughed softly.
"Foolish person! You will be within two hours of London.

You none of you have the slightest idea as to the sort of place we are going to.

We are a day's journey from anywhere.

The morning papers are twenty-four hours late.

The men drink port wine, and the women sit round the fire in the drawing-room after dinner and wait--and wait--and wait.