'There's
nothing I like so much myself,' said he, remembering some of the
Duke's words, 'as mountains, cities, salt mines, and all that kind
of thing. There's such a lot of interest about it.'
'Did you ever see a salt mine?'
'Well;--not exactly a salt mine; but I have coal mines on my
property in Staffordshire. I'm very fond of coal. I hope you like
coal.'
'I like salt a great deal better--to look at.'
'But which do you think pays best? I don't mind telling you,--
though it's a kind of thing I never talk about to strangers,--the
royalties from the Blogownie and Toodlem mines go up regularly two
thousand pounds every year.'
'I thought we were talking about what was pretty to look at.'
'So we were. I'm as fond of pretty things as anybody. Do you know
Reginald Dobbes?'
'No, I don't. Is he pretty?'
'He used to be so angry with Silverbridge, because Silverbridge
would say Crummie-Toddie was ugly.'
'Was Crummie-Toddie ugly?'
'Just a plain house on a moor.'
'That sound ugly.'
'I suppose your family likes pretty things.
Pages:
611
612
613
614
615
616
617
618
619
620
621
622
623
624
625
626
627
628
629
630
631
632
633
634
635