The Patagonia

The August night was dark, and Beacon Street, with its double chain of lighting, appeared to be a foreshortened desert. Because "everyone" was out of town, it's possible that the servants were profaning the tables in their excess of leisure. A leisurely passage-which at that time of year would probably also be a lovely one-was a guarantee of ten to twelve days of fresh air because America was sweltering and England would very well be stuffy. It was also clear that one was old and the other ...