English fiction -- 19th century; Tailors -- Fiction
“Never mind, Van. You’ll roar. Old Tom again. We’ll see by-and-by,
after the champagne. He—this young Raikes-ha! ha!—but I can’t tell
you.” And Andrew went away to Drummond, to whom he was more
communicative. Then he went to Melville, and one or two others, and the
eyes of many became concentrated on Raikes, and it was observed as a
singular sign that he was constantly facing about, and flushing the
fiercest red. Once he made an effort to get hold of Evan’s arm and drag
him away, as one who had an urgent confession to be delivered of, but
Evan was talking to Lady Jocelyn, and other ladies, and quietly
disengaged his arm without even turning to notice the face of his
friend. Then the dinner was announced, and men saw the dinner. The
Countess went to shake her brother’s hand, and with a very gratulatory
visage, said through her half-shut teeth.
“If Mama appears, rise up and go away with her, before she has time to
speak a word.” An instant after Evan found himself seated between Mrs.
Evremonde and one of the Conley girls. The dinner had commenced. The
first half of the Battle of the Bull-dogs was as peaceful as any
ordinary pic-nic, and promised to the general company as calm a
conclusion.
CHAPTER XXXI.
THE BATTLE OF THE BULL-DOGS. PART II.
If it be a distinct point of wisdom to hug the hour that is, then does
dinner amount to a highly intellectual invitation to man, for it
furnishes the occasion; and Britons are the wisest of their race, for
more than all others they take advantage of it. In this Nature is
undoubtedly our guide, seeing that he who, while feasting his body
allows to his soul a thought for the morrow, is in his digestion curst,
and becomes a house of evil humours. Now, though the epicure may
complain of the cold meats, a dazzling table, a buzzing company, blue
sky, and a band of music, are incentives to the forgetfulness of
troubles past and imminent, and produce a concentration of the
faculties. They may not exactly prove that peace is established between
yourself and those who object to your carving of the world, but they
testify to an armistice.
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