The life, letters and work of Frederic Leighton. Volume IIBarrington, Russell, Mrs.
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The life, letters and work of Frederic Leighton. Volume II
Barrington, Russell, Mrs.
Leighton of Stretton, Frederic Leighton, Baron, 1830-1896
leads to the clean but singularly naked room in which we were to
spend the evening. This room was whitewashed, but so roughly
bedaubed that the plain deal cupboards, the doors of which
formed the only embellishment (?) of the walls, were all
besmeared with ragged edges of white. Three windows, innocent of
glass, and protected by a close, plain trellis-work of ordinary
white wood, lighted the room, which boasted in the way of
furniture the usual ugly divans, three red muslin curtains, a
small deal table, two lanterns and two candles in candlesticks.
Shortly after my arrival and most kindly reception by the old
gentleman, who had come up from the country expressly _ad hoc_,
dinner was served. The son, as the eldest, sat at table; the
nephews waited on us; we squatted, I on a cushion, they on the
floor, round a very low table on which was a large, round, brass
tray, containing four plates, some wooden spoons, and a great
many small loaves of bread arranged round it in a circle; a soup
tureen, into which, after washing of hands, everybody plunged
his spoon, was the central feature. After the soup, came in
rapid succession several dishes containing savoury messes which
were really very good, though perhaps too rich, but which I was
entirely unable to enjoy in the sight of a number of hands,
shining with gravy, mopping in succession at the dishes with
crusts of bread, or fetching out a coveted morsel with fingers
too recently licked. It is a delicate and hospitable attention
to put a bit with your own hand on to your guest's plate--an
attention of which I was the frequent but unworthy recipient.
After the made dishes had been done justice to, half a
sheep--head and all--was put on the table and _clawed_ asunder
by Hosseyn. The roast being disposed of, the sweets appeared,
and were eaten out of the common dish with spoons, like the
soup: I was not sorry when it was over, for I had gone through
all the sensations of a sea voyage. I observe that Arabs make a
point of eating with as much noise and smacking of lips as
possible; it is as if they were endeavouring to convey a sort of
oblique expression of thanks to Providence by manifesting their
relish of the blessings vouchsafed. When dinner was over, and a
by no means superfluous washing of hands had been gone through,
we had pipes and coffee. Hosseyn having gone to dine, I was now
thrown on my own extremely limited stock of Arabic for
conversation; and as I had about exhausted that during my ride
to Keneh with one of the nephews, I was hard put to it. However,
I just managed to get through a few broken sentences, to the
great satisfaction of Achmet, who informed me that he had been
for forty years the servant of the English, of whom he thought
very highly, chiefly because, as he expressed it, they have "one
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