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Mr Athill, who was a pleasant, chatty companion, had hardly seated himself, and was talking to Frank as quickly as he could, when Mr Fothergill, who sat at the bottom of the table, asked him to say grace. It seemed to be quite out of the question that the duke should take any trouble with his guests whatever.
He was not badly off, for Mr Athill was a friend of his own, who had held a living near Greshamsbury. Lately, however, at the lamented decease of Dr Stanhope who had died of apoplexy at his villa in Italy Mr Athill had been presented with the better preferment of Eiderdown, and had, therefore, removed to another part of the county.
Frank, when he found that the duke did not come and speak to him, felt that he ought to go and speak to the duke; but no one else did so, and when he whispered his surprise to Mr Athill, that gentleman told him that this was the duke's practice on all such occasions. "Fothergill," said the duke and it was the only word he had yet spoken out loud "I believe we are ready for dinner."
"Any more of whom?" said Mr Athill. "Of the duke?" "Oh, no; you'll see no more of him. He always goes when the coffee comes. It's brought in as an excuse. We've had enough of the light of his countenance to last till next year. The duke and I are excellent friends; and have been so these fifteen years; but I never see more of him than that." "I shall go away," said Frank. "Nonsense.
"He'll be here as soon as dinner is ready," said Mr Athill. "Or, rather, the dinner will be ready as soon as he is here. I don't care, therefore, how soon he comes." Frank did not understand this, but he had nothing to do but to wait and see how things went.
"It would be much better, Mrs. Athill, if the world would provide for all that at home," Mrs. Proudie had rapidly replied; with which opinion I must here profess that I cannot by any means bring myself to coincide. But a conversazione would give play to no sensual propensity, nor occasion that intolerable expense which the gratification of sensual propensities too often produces. Mrs.
I remember when Bolus was thought to be a very good sort of doctor." "Is he is he " whispered Frank, "is he by way of a gentleman?" "Ha! ha! ha! Well, I suppose we must be charitable, and say that he is quite as good, at any rate, as many others there are here " and Mr Athill, as he spoke, whispered into Frank's ear, "You see there's Finnie here, another Barchester attorney.
C. proposed that we should go over his grounds. To reach the estate, which lies in a beautiful valley far below Mr. C.'s mountainous residence, we were obliged to go on foot by a narrow path that wound along the sides of the precipitous hills. This estate is the property of Mr. Athill, a colored gentleman now residing in England. Mr.
"Stick close to me, Mr Gresham," said Athill, "we'll get about the middle of the table, where we shall be cosy and on the other side of the room, out of this dreadful draught I know the place well, Mr Gresham; stick to me."
Now, I really think where Finnie goes Bolus may go too." "The more the merrier, I suppose," said Frank. "Well, something a little like that. I wonder why Thorne is not here? I'm sure he was asked." "Perhaps he did not particularly wish to meet Finnie and Bolus. Do you know, Mr Athill, I think he was quite right not to come. As for myself, I wish I was anywhere else." "Ha! ha! ha!
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