For my part I hate boating, and I hate the water; and I'd rather have my house, like Haworth, at the edge of a moss, with good wholesome peat to look at, and an open horizon--savage and stupid and bleak as all that is--than be suffocated among impassable mountains, or upset in a black lake and drowned like a kitten.

O, there's luncheon in the next room; won't you take some ?".