Indeed, I may go down to your home in Norfolk." "I think you will like it there," I said.

"It is too stuffy for London these months.

My brother's house is not far from the sea.

There is a great park which stretches down to some marshes, and beyond that the sands." "Can one bathe ?" she asked breathlessly.
"Of course," I answered.

"There is a private beach, and when we have people in the house at this time of the year we always have the motor-car ready to take them down and back.