“Well, if it’s better weather you’re after,” Sampson said with another half-smile and a theatrical shrug that meant to say this would be the place. Better weather than most of Britain, thanks to its southern geography. And the weather charms.
He wouldn’t confess it, but sometimes when it was exceptionally warm, the sea was in view, and it was not too populated with guests, he could almost picture himself owning some singular, exotic Pacific island, coconuts and palm trees and a grand villa in the sun, the whole of the Sanditon’s staff to serve him.
Suddenly he was very bored of this dance in this lesser ballroom and Imogen Fox’s contented little remarks and the painfully humble ideals with which she probably filled her vacant head. Wasn’t this all a bloody waste?
He wouldn’t confess it, but sometimes when it was exceptionally warm, the sea was in view, and it was not too populated with guests, he could almost picture himself owning some singular, exotic Pacific island, coconuts and palm trees and a grand villa in the sun, the whole of the Sanditon’s staff to serve him.
Suddenly he was very bored of this dance in this lesser ballroom and Imogen Fox’s contented little remarks and the painfully humble ideals with which she probably filled her vacant head. Wasn’t this all a bloody waste?