I don't think any decent farmer
would care much for shaking hands with Major Tifto. If we fall
into that kind of thing there must soon be an end of hunting.
Major Tiftos are cheap no doubt; but in hunting, as in most other
things, cheap and nasty go together. If men don't choose to put
their hands in their pockets they had better say so, and give the
thing up altogether. If you won't take any more wine, we'll go to
the ladies. Silverbridge, the trap will start from the door
tomorrow morning precisely at 9.30 am. Grantingham Cross is
fourteen miles.' Then they all left their chairs,--but as they did
so Mr Spooner finished the bottle of port-wine.
'I never heard Chiltern speak so much like a book before,' said
Spooner to his wife as she drove him home that night.
The next morning everybody was ready for a start at half-past
nine, except Mr Maule,--as to whom his wife declared that she had
left him in bed when she came down to breakfast. 'He can never get
there if we don't take him,' said Lord Chiltern, who was in truth
the most good-natured man in the world.
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