The diligence was taking her on the last stage of her journey towards the new conditions, and it jolted and bumped and smelled and took an interminable time.
"I'm sure," said she woefully, "there's no such place as Hottetot-sur-Mer, and we are going on forever to find it." Presently Septimus pointed triumphantly through the window.
"There it is!" "Where ?" cried Emmy, for not a house was in sight.

Then she saw the board.
The old diligence turned and creaked and swung and pitched down the gorge.
When they descended at the Hotel de la Plage, the setting sun blazed on their faces across the sea and shed its golden enchantment over the little pebbly beach.

At that hour the only living thing on it was the dog, and he was asleep.

It was a spot certainly to which the fashionable did not resort.
"It will be good for baby." "And for you." She shrugged her shoulders.

"What is good for one is not always--" She paused, feeling ungrateful.