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Updated: June 30, 2025
"Do you remember Rose's song about him?" said Barthrop. "Yes, what was it?" said Father Payne. "The refrain," said Barthrop, "was "'Not too much of whatever is best, That is enough for me!" Father Payne laughed. "Yes, I remember!" he said; "'Not too much' is a good stroke!" I happened to be with Father Payne when Gladwin arrived.
That's the normal thing, no doubt that's what a noble-minded man in a novel of Thackeray's would do!" "Well," said Barthrop, "you know best but I expect that if you did take the plunge and go there, you would find yourself quite at ease." "I might," said Father Payne; "but then I also might not and I prefer not to risk it.
We had a fortnight in June and a fortnight at Christmas to go home so that we were always away for three months in the year, while Father Payne was apt to send us off for a week at a time, if he thought we needed a change. Barthrop, I think, made his own plans, and it was all reasonable enough, as Father Payne would always listen to objections.
But even so, that was only his wish, and he particularly desired to avoid alike all ceremony and inconvenience. But besides that there were two notes enclosed addressed in Father Payne's hand to Barthrop and myself, which ran as follows: "My dear Leonard, I thought it very good of you to come up to see me, and no less good of you to go away as I desired.
In a sensible society, if we wanted to see our friends, we should ask them to bring their cold mutton round, and have a picnic. What we do actually do is to have a meal which we can't afford, and which our guests know is not in the least like our ordinary meals; and then we expect to be asked back to a similarly ostentatious banquet." "But isn't there something," said Barthrop, "in Dr.
I was sitting in the garden one evening in summer with Father Payne and Barthrop. Barthrop was going off next day to Oxford, and was trying to persuade Father Payne to come too. "No," he said, "I simply couldn't! Oxford is the city east of the sun and west of the moon like as a dream when one awaketh! I don't hold with indulging fruitless sentiment, particularly about the past."
Silence and fragrance always, in the background of all we did; and outlining itself upon the stillness, the little melody, jetting out like a fountain of silver sound. That evening after dinner we two were left with Barthrop in the smoking-room, and we talked freely about Father Payne. Barthrop said that his past was a little mysterious.
I think you will receive an invitation to Sir George and Lady Barthrop's garden-party on Saturday next, and if so I hope you will accept, and go there with me. The fact is, one of my sisters is about to marry Arnold Barthrop, the younger of the three sons, and the whole tribe of us are supposed to be there this week-end.
"I see your point," said Barthrop; "but, for the life of me, I can't see why the old place should not take its part in the new visions! When I go down to Oxford I don't regret it. I go gratefully and happily about, and I like to see the young men as jolly as I was, and as unaware what a good time they are having.
We made our journey almost in silence: Barthrop was too much moved to speak: and my own mind was dim with trouble, at all that we were to lose, and yet drawn away into an infinite loyalty and tenderness for one who had been more than a father to me. The end is soon told.
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