Jim said we were rather well out of it; and we settled we might as well drive on to the swimming baths and stay there for an hour or so till things had quieted down, and then go on to Switzerland by the evening train, especially, Jim said, as the pater might not like to get his name mixed up in a French row.
Beastly uncomfortable carriages on the Swiss railway from Paris.

There was the same humbug about the luggage at a little station in the middle of the night, but we were too fagged to cut up rough.

We were jolly glad to get here at last, I can tell you.
I must shut up now, as I've got to write to pater.

It's a regular go.
We forgot he'd be sending the money to Paris, and now we've only got about half-a-sov.

between us! Remember me to your young sister.
Yours truly, T.