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S.E. from Castle Cary. The church, which has been much altered and enlarged, contains a finely carved font. In the wall of the churchyard is an old stone coffin, found during the restoration of the building. S.W. of Bristol. The first syllable is perhaps the same as the second part of Symond's Yat. The plan of the church is cruciform, the transepts and chancel being short, and the latter very low.
Symond's 'Friday evenings? Very well, let us have our 'Monday evenings, in which we will do all sorts of nice things; sometimes literary, sometimes musical, and sometimes well, anything that we please. What do you say, gentlemen; shall we organize? Mr. Ried, will you give Monday evenings to us? Gracie, you are my guest, and cannot, of course, refuse." It was a novel idea, certainly.
We were going to inquire in a shop when Ada said she thought it was near Chancery Lane. "We are not likely to be far out, my love, if we go in that direction," said I. So to Chancery Lane we went, and there, sure enough, we saw it written up. Symond's Inn. We had next to find out the number. "Or Mr. Vholes's office will do," I recollected, "for Mr. Vholes's office is next door."
I did so with a lightened heart; but when we last looked back, Mr. Guppy was still oscillating in the same troubled state of mind. Attorney and Client The name of Mr. Vholes, preceded by the legend Ground-Floor, is inscribed upon a door-post in Symond's Inn, Chancery Lane a little, pale, wall-eyed, woebegone inn like a large dust-binn of two compartments and a sifter.
"What is that to me?" "Mr. Guppy!" cried Mr. Kenge, raising his voice. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Jarndyce." "Sir." "Mr. Vholes of Symond's Inn. My compliments. Jarndyce and Jarndyce. Glad to speak with him." Mr. Guppy disappeared. "You ask me what is this to you, Mr. Jarndyce.
Woodcourt came to reflect on what had passed, he was so very much impressed by the strength of Richard's anxiety on this point that in telling me generally of his first visit to Symond's Inn he particularly dwelt upon it. It revived a fear I had had before that my dear girl's little property would be absorbed by Mr. Vholes and that Richard's justification to himself would be sincerely this.
"I have scarcely a friend there now but you. Where shall I find you?" "Why, I must get a lodging of some sort," said Richard, pondering. "Say at Vholes's, Symond's Inn." "Good! Without loss of time." They shook hands heartily. When I was seated in the coach and Richard was yet standing in the street, Mr. Woodcourt laid his friendly hand on Richard's shoulder and looked at me.
"His college life was mainly one of study; in addition to working for his classical examinations, he devoured with voracity all the best English writers. "He was an intense admirer of Swinburne and constantly reading his poems; John Addington Symond's works too, on the Greek authors, were perpetually in his hands.
As I turned into Symond's Inn, I met little Miss Flite coming out. She had been to make a stately call upon the wards in Jarndyce, as she still called them, and had derived the highest gratification from that ceremony.
Then there was Barlowe, the pearl of gentlemen riders, the very apple of Charles Symond's eye; unspoiled by a hundred triumphs, and never degenerating into the professional, though I believe his idea of earthly felicity was, A match for £50, 10 st. 7 lb. each. Owners up. Over 4 miles of a fair hunting country.
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