The only thing that was settled was that we should go for a holiday in August, staying at the hotel in Cornwall which James and Hilary Cash had recommended. It seemed that Rodney had been extremely fortunate in getting accommodation there — only the mention of James’s name had made it possible — and I foresaw that we should be carrying with us a burden of gratitude, having to exclaim continually about how lucky we had been.
— A Glass of Blessings, chapter twenty