After all, his two days' visit to an elderly relative at Slowborough did not promise much excitement. It was at this point in the conversation that Clovis became galvanized into alert attention. How you would do it I haven't the faintest idea." But, to be really effective, the Unrest-cure ought to be tried in the home.
"Well, you might stand as an Orange candidate for Kilkenny, or do a course of district visiting in one of the Apache quarters of Paris, or give lectures in Berlin to prove that most of Wagner's music was written by Gambetta and there's always the interior of Morocco to travel in. "But where would one go for such a thing?"
"You've heard of Rest-cures for people who've broken down under stress of too much worry and strenuous living well, you're suffering from overmuch repose and placidity, and you need the opposite kind of treatment." "An Unrest-cure? I've never heard of such a thing." "What you want," said the friend, "is an Unrest-cure." We don't feel that we want a change of thrush at our time of life and yet, as I have said, we have scarcely reached an age when these things should make themselves seriously felt." Huddle, "and I think it gives us even more cause for annoyance. "Perhaps," said the friend, "it is a different thrush." We have said very little about it, but I think we both feel that the change is unnecessary, and just a little irritating." For instance, to take a very trifling matter, a thrush has built its nest year after year in the catkin-tree on the lawn this year, for no obvious reason, it is building in the ivy on the garden wall. It distresses and upsets us if it is not so. We like everything to be exactly in its accustomed place we like things to happen exactly at their appointed times we like everything to be usual, orderly, punctual, methodical, to a hair's breadth, to a minute. "I don't know how it is," he told his friend, "I'm not much over forty, but I seem to have settled down into a deep groove of elderly middle-age. But he seemed unwilling to leave anything to the imagination of a casual observer, and his talk grew presently personal and introspective. Even without his conversation (which was addressed to a friend seated by his side, and touched chiefly on such topics as the backwardness of Roman hyacinths and the prevalence of measles at the Rectory), one could have gauged fairly accurately the temperament and mental outlook of the travelling bag's owner.
Huddle, The Warren, Tilfield, near Slowborough." Immediately below the rack sat the human embodiment of the label, a solid, sedate individual, sedately dressed, sedately conversational. On the rack in the railway carriage immediately opposite Clovis was a solidly wrought travelling bag, with a carefully written label, on which was inscribed, "J.
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