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It's a marvel to me how poor Silverhampton stands it as well as he does." "He is never exposed to it. You don't suppose I waste my own jokes on my own husband, do you? They are far too good for home consumption, like fish at the seaside. When fish has been up to London and returned, it is then sold at the place where it was caught.
"I feel a different man from the one that rang at your door-bell some twenty minutes ago. The worldliness has slipped from me like a cast-off shell; now I experience a democratic indifference to my Lady Silverhampton, and a brotherly affection for Mr. Edgar Ford. And this is all your doing!"
And then I tried to leave somebody out so as to make the party smaller, but there wasn't one of you that could have been spared, except Silverhampton; so I left him at home, and decided to let the rest of you be squeezed yet happy." "How dear of you!" exclaimed Lord Robert; "and I'll repay your kindness by writing a book called How to be Happy though Squeezed."
"Who is that fat, merry woman coming in now?" "That is Lady Silverhampton; and the man she is laughing with is Lord Robert Thistletown. That lovely girl on the other side of him is his wife. Isn't she exquisite?" "She is indeed a most beautiful creature. Now if Lord Wrexham had broken his heart over her, I could have understood and almost commended him." "Well, but he didn't, you see.
"Now in church, of course, it would be just the other way," said Lady Silverhampton; "I should line my pew with the same stuff as my Sunday gown, so as to look as if I was there when I wasn't." Lord Stonebridge began to argue. "But that wouldn't be the other way; it would be the same thing." "How stupid and accurate you are, Stonebridge!
"One would feel one's self a philanthropist of the finest water." "Thinking about almonds-and-raisins has made me feel hungry," exclaimed Lady Silverhampton. "Let us have lunch! And while the servants are laying the table, we had better get out of the boat and have a stroll. It would be more amusing."
"Don't I? Yet it was I who painted The Daughters of Philip." There was a moment's constrained silence; and then Elisabeth broke the tension by saying lightly "Look! there's Lady Silverhampton coming back again. Isn't it a pity she is so stout? I do hope I shall never be stout, for flesh is a most difficult thing to live down."
'Thank you, I replied in my most dignified manner, 'I can pick mignonette at home; that's no change to me! Now, that's the way with everything; it's no change to some people to pick mignonette." "Or to some to pick orchids," added Lord Stonebridge. "Or to some to pick oakum." And Lord Bobby sighed again. "Even Elisabeth isn't going to be clever to-day," continued Lady Silverhampton.
"I don't see how that can be," laughed Elisabeth; "seeing that Lady Silverhampton is a friend of mine, and I have never heard of Mr. Edgar Ford." "But it is; it is your own unconscious influence upon me. Miss Farringdon, you don't know what you have been and what you are to me!
Christopher was a day-boy at the Grammar School at Silverhampton, a fine old town some three miles to the north of Sedgehill; and there and back he walked every day, wet or fine, and there he learned to be a scholar and a gentleman, and sundry other important things. "Do you hear that noise?" said Elisabeth, one afternoon in the holidays, when she was twelve and Christopher fifteen; "that's Mrs.
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