I should like to go with you now--at once.

Don't you wish we were both going, Edith?
Why aren't we going with him tomorrow ?' 'Surely June's just the nice time in London, Bruce,' said Vincy, in his demure voice.
'Won't it be terribly hot ?' said Lady Everard vaguely.

She always thought every place must be terribly hot.

'Venice?
Are you going to Venice?
Delightful! The Viennese are so charming, and the Austrian officers--Oh, you're going to Sicily first?
Far too hot.

Paul La France--the young singer, you know--told me that when he was in Sicily his voice completely altered; the heat quite affected the _veloute_ of his voice, as the French call it--and what a voice it is at its best! It's not the _highest_ tenor, of course, but the medium is so wonderfully soft and well developed.