CHAPTER III. 



TO BOULOGNE AND BACK, ON BUSINESS, FOR A DAY OR 

 TWO, WHILE KIND FRIENDS IN ENGLAND ARE LOOK- 

 ING OUT FOR A HORSE FOR ME. 



APPY TIwught—YLeYe I am. On the quay. 

 Low tide. What a pecuharly unpleasant smell ! 

 Friend who knows Boulogne says it's the 

 drains. 



Friend who knows Boulogne better than the other friend, 

 says, " No, it isn't ; because Boulogne hasn't any drains." 



First friend, Barnley, who has studied the subject, returns, 

 warmly, that he begs pardon. No place has more drains 

 than Boulogne. 



Second friend, Chinton, inclined to be captious, observes, 

 " Superficial drainage." 



Barnley, unable to rebut the argument, admits, with regret, 

 that the drainage is superficial. 



Being interested in this (Having come here to see about 

 getting lodgings for my Aunt, who says that if I succeed in 

 getting a horse and go hunting all the winter, she doesn't 

 see why she shouldn't enjoy herself in a lively spot, where 

 her two little wards can learn French), I ask what do they 

 mean by " superficial " drainage ? 



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