And, of course, it might upset her very much." Mr.Stobell wiped some crumbs from his moustache and looked up.
"No, it won't," he said, briefly.
"Is she a good sailor ?" queried Mr.Chalk, somewhat astonished at such a remark from that quarter.
"Don't know," said Mr.Stobell, passing his cup up.

"But this trip won't upset her--she ain't going." Mrs.Chalk exclaimed loudly and exchanged glances of consternation with Mrs.Stobell; Mr.Stobell, having explained the position, took some more bread and butter and munched placidly.
"Don't you think it would do her good ?" said Mrs.Chalk, at last.
"Might," said Mr.Stobell, slowly, "and then, again, it mightn't." "But there's no harm in trying," persisted Mrs.Chalk.
Mr.Stobell made no reply.

Having reached his fifth slice he was now encouraging his appetite with apricot jam.
"And it's so cheap," continued Mrs.Chalk.
"That's the way I look at it.

If she shuts up the house and gets rid of the servants, same as I am going to do, it will save a lot of money." She glanced at Mr.Stobell, whose slowly working jaws and knitted brows appeared to indicate deep thought, and then gave a slight triumphant nod at his wife.
"Servants are so expensive," she murmured.

"Really, I shouldn't be surprised if we saved money on the whole affair.