I think we will move northward, too." "It will be the break-up of a very pleasant party," said Septimus Rainer with a sigh, and Dorothy's face fell.
"Why should it break up ?" said Lord Crosland.

"You'd better all come." "No; I'm not coming to England, yet," said Sir Tancred.

"After all this heat it would be too great a risk to face straight away the bitter English summer.

I thought of moving northward gently to Biarritz, or I have a fancy for Arcachon.

Wednesday would be as good a day as any." There was a pause; then Tinker said thoughtfully, "Wednesday is rather soon, sir." And, turning to Dorothy, he said, "Do you think that you could pack by Wednesday?
Of course, it doesn't really matter, for you could come on after us; but I don't want Elsie to lose a day's work." Septimus Rainer, Sir Tancred, and Lord Crosland looked a little taken aback; it struck them all three with the same sense of oddness that a small boy should direct the movements of the daughter of a millionaire.
"Oh, I can easily pack up by Wednesday," said Dorothy, as if it were a matter of course that he should direct her movements.
"That's all right," said Tinker.
"But I don't understand," said Septimus Rainer.