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"My lord," said I, "what a lusty lusciousness in this pear! it is like the style of the old English poets. What think you of the seeming good understanding between Mr. Gaskell and the Whigs?" "I trouble myself little about it," replied Guloseton, helping himself to some preserves "politics disturb the digestion."
Sometime afterwards, I was going down the stairs at Almack's, when I heard an altercation, high and grave, at the door of reception. To my surprise, I found Lord Guloseton and a very young man in great wrath; the latter had never been to Almack's before, and had forgotten his ticket.
The desert was now on the table. "I have dined well," said Guloseton, stretching his legs with an air of supreme satisfaction; "but " and here my philosopher sighed deeply "we cannot dine again till to-morrow! Happy, happy, happy common people, who can eat supper!
Helas! la malheureux, abjurant sa tendresse, Exercait a souper sa fureur vengeresse. "Pardon the prolixity of my quotation for the sake of its value." "I do, I do," answered Guloseton, laughing at the humour of the lines: till, suddenly checking himself, he said, "we must be grave, Mr. Pelham, it will never do to laugh. What would become of our digestions?"
As I was wrapping myself in my cloak, Guloseton turned to me, for passion makes men open their hearts: too eager for an opportunity of acquiring the epicure's acquaintance, I offered to get his friend admittance in an instant; the offer was delightedly accepted, and I soon procured a small piece of pencilled paper from Lady , which effectually silenced the Charon, and opened the Stygian via to the Elysium beyond.
As for the genius loci you must imagine a middle-sized, middle-aged man, with an air rather of delicate than florid health. But little of the effects of his good cheer were apparent in the external man. Such was Lord Guloseton. To my surprise no other guest but myself appeared.
Here the cook, by his skill and attention, anticipates our wishes in the happiest selection of the best dishes and decorations. "My dear, dear Sir," exclaimed Guloseton, with a kindred glow, "I discover in you a spirit similar to my own. Let us drink long life to the venerable Ude!" "I pledge you, with all my soul," said I, filling my glass to the brim.
"What ho, Sir! what ho!" cried a shrill voice "for God's sake, don't ride over me before dinner, whatever you do after it!" I pulled up. "Ah, Lord Guloseton! how happy I am to see you; pray forgive my blindness, and my horse's stupidity." "'Tis an ill wind," answered the noble gourmand, "which blows nobody good.
"Admirable advice," said Guloseton, toying with a filet mignon de poulet. "Do you remember an example in the Bailly of Suffren, who, being in India, was waited upon by a deputation of natives while he was at dinner.
"My dear friend," interrupted Guloseton, with his mouth full, "it is very true; but this is no time for talking, let us eat." I acknowledged the justice of the rebuke, and we did not interchange another word beyond the exclamations of surprise, pleasure, admiration, or dissatisfaction, called up by the objects which engrossed our attention, till we found ourselves alone with our dessert.
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