"Oh, Yarmouth," she said, with withering scorn.
Mr.Chalk flushed deeper than before.

"I wasn't thinking of such things," he declared.
"What things ?" said his wife, swiftly.
"The--the things you're alluding to," said the harassed Mr.Chalk.
"Ah!" said his wife, with a toss of her head.

"Why you should get red in the face and confused when I say Peckham Rye and Yarmouth are a long way off is best known to yourself.

It's very funny that the moment either of these places is mentioned you get uncomfortable.

People might read a geography-book out loud in my presence and it wouldn't affect me." She swept out of the room, and Mr.Chalk's thoughts, excited by the magic word geography, went back to the island again.