Thinking these thoughts, I sought a second friend--a man whose
breezy common-sense has often helped me, and him likewise I
questioned on this subject of honeymoons.
"My dear boy," he replied; "take my advice, if ever you get married,
arrange it so that the honeymoon shall only last a week, and let it
be a bustling week into the bargain. Take a Cook's circular tour.
Get married on the Saturday morning, cut the breakfast and all that
foolishness, and catch the eleven-ten from Charing Cross to Paris.
Take her up the Eiffel Tower on Sunday. Lunch at Fontainebleau.
Dine at the Maison Doree, and show her the Moulin Rouge in the
evening. Take the night train for Lucerne. Devote Monday and
Tuesday to doing Switzerland, and get into Rome by Thursday morning,
taking the Italian lakes en route. On Friday cross to Marseilles,
and from there push along to Monte Carlo. Let her have a flutter at
the tables. Start early Saturday morning for Spain, cross the
Pyrenees on mules, and rest at Bordeaux on Sunday. Get back to
Paris on Monday (Monday is always a good day for the opera), and on
Tuesday evening you will be at home, and glad to get there. Don't
give her time to criticize you until she has got used to you.
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