They had not been long there before Lord Dumbello did group himself. ‘Fine day,’ he said, coming up and occupying the vacant position by Miss Grantly’s elbow.’We were driving to-day and we thought it rather cold,’ said Griselda.’Deuced cold,’ said Lord Dumbello, and then he adjusted his white cravat and touched up his whiskers. Having got so far, he did not proceed to any other immediate conversational efforts; nor did Griselda. But he grouped himself again as became a marquis, and gave very intense satisfaction to Mrs. Proudie.’This is so kind of you, Lord Dumbello,’ said that lady, coming up to him and shaking his hand warmly; ‘so very kind of you to come to my poor little tea-party.”Uncommonly pleasant, I call it,’ said his lordship. ‘I like this sort of thing–no trouble, you know.”No; that is the charm of it: isn’t it? no trouble or fuss, or parade. That’s what I always say. According to my ideas, society consists in giving people facility for an interchange of thoughts–what we call conversation.”Aw, yes, exactly.”Not in eating and drinking together–eh, Lord Dumbello? And yet the practice of our lives would seem to show that the indulgence of those animal propensities can alone suffice to bring people together. The world in this has surely made a great mistake.”I like a good dinner all the same,’ said Lord Dumbello.’Oh, yes, of course–of course. I am by no means one of those who would pretend to preach that our tastes have not been given to us for our enjoyment. Why should things be nice if we are not to like them?”A man who can really give a good dinner has learned a great deal,’ said Lord Dumbello, with unusual animation.’An immense deal. It is quite an art in itself; and one which I, at any rate, by no means despise. But we cannot always be eating — can we?”No,’ said Lord Dumbello, ‘not always.’ And he looked as though he lamented that his powers should be so circumscribed.
They had not been long there before Lord Dumbello did group himself. ‘Fine day,’ he said, coming up and occupying the vacant position by Miss Grantly’s elbow.’We were driving to-day and we thought it rather cold,’ said Griselda.’Deuced cold,’ said Lord Dumbello, and then he adjusted his white cravat and touched up his whiskers. Having got so far, he did not proceed to any other immediate conversational efforts; nor did Griselda. But he grouped himself again as became a marquis, and gave very intense satisfaction to Mrs. Proudie.’This is so kind of you, Lord Dumbello,’ said that lady, coming up to him and shaking his hand warmly; ‘so very kind of you to come to my poor little tea-party.”Uncommonly pleasant, I call it,’ said his lordship. ‘I like this sort of thing–no trouble, you know.”No; that is the charm of it: isn’t it? no trouble or fuss, or parade. That’s what I always say. According to my ideas, society consists in giving people facility for an interchange of thoughts–what we call conversation.”Aw, yes, exactly.”Not in eating and drinking together–eh, Lord Dumbello? And yet the practice of our lives would seem to show that the indulgence of those animal propensities can alone suffice to bring people together. The world in this has surely made a great mistake.”I like a good dinner all the same,’ said Lord Dumbello.’Oh, yes, of course–of course. I am by no means one of those who would pretend to preach that our tastes have not been given to us for our enjoyment. Why should things be nice if we are not to like them?”A man who can really give a good dinner has learned a great deal,’ said Lord Dumbello, with unusual animation.’An immense deal. It is quite an art in itself; and one which I, at any rate, by no means despise. But we cannot always be eating — can we?”No,’ said Lord Dumbello, ‘not always.’ And he looked as though he lamented that his powers should be so circumscribed.
