When it began to be talked about that Georgina should be taken abroad, mamma wrote to me that I had better stop in Paris for a month with Harold, so that she could pick me up on their way to Hyeres.
It saves the expense of my journey to Kingscote and back, and gives me the opportunity to "finish" a little in French.
You know Harold came here six weeks ago, to get up his French for those dreadful examinations that he has to pass so soon.

He came to live with some French people that take in young men (and others) for this purpose; it's a kind of coaching place, only kept by women.

Mamma had heard it was very nice; so she wrote to me that I was to come and stop here with Harold.

The Desmonds brought me and made the arrangement, or the bargain, or whatever you call it.

Poor Harold was naturally not at all pleased; but he has been very kind, and has treated me like an angel.