'My dear Mr Gresham, see the world on all sides,' said Mr Athill, who had also been somewhat intent on the gratification of his own appetite, though with an energy less evident than that of the gentleman opposite. 'See the world on all sides if you have an opportunity; and, believe me, a good dinner now and then is a very good thing.'
'Yes; but I don't like eating with hogs.'
'Whish-h! softly, softly, Mr Gresham, or you'll disturb Mr Apjohn's digestion. Upon my word, he'll want it all before he has done. Now, I like this kind of thing once in a way.'
'Do you?' said Frank, in a tone that was almost savage.
'Yes; indeed I do. One sees so much character. And after all, what harm does it do?'
'My idea is that people should live with those whose society is pleasant to them.'
'Live--yes, Mr Gresham--I agree with you there. It wouldn't do for me to live with the Duke of Omnium; I shouldn't understand, or probably approve, his ways. Nor should I, perhaps, much like the constant presence of Mr Apjohn. But now and then--once in a year or so--I do own I like to see them both. Here's the cup; now, whatever you do, Mr Gresham, don't pass the cup without tasting it.'
And so the dinner passed on, slowly enough as Frank thought, but all too quickly for Mr Apjohn. It passed away, and the wine came circulating freely. The tongues again were loosed, the teeth being released from their labours, and under the influence of the claret the duke's presence was forgotten.
But very speedily the coffee was brought. 'This will soon be over now,' said Frank, to himself, thankfully; for, though he be no means despised good claret, he had lost his temper too completely to enjoy it at the present moment. But he was much mistaken; the farce as yet was only at its commencement. The duke took his cup of coffee, and so did the few friends who sat close to him; but the beverage did not seem to be in great request with the majority of the guests. When the duke had taken his modicum, he rose up and silently retired, saying no word and ****** no sign. And then the farce commenced.
'Now, gentlemen,' said Mr Fothergill, cheerily, 'we are all right.
Apjohn, is there claret there? Mr Bolus, I know you stick to the Madeira; you are quite right, for there isn't too much of it left, and my belief is there'll never be more like it.'
And so the duke's hospitality went on, and the duke's guests drank merrily for the next two hours.
'Shan't we see any more of him?' asked Frank.
'Any more of whom?' said Mr Athill.
'Of the duke?'
'Oh, no; you'll see no more of him. He always goes when the coffee comes. It's brought in as an excuse. We've had enough of the light of his countenance to last till next year. The duke and I are excellent friends; and have been so these fifteen years; but I never see more of him than that.'
'I shall go away,' said Frank.
'Nonsense. Mr de Courcy and your other friend won't stir for this hour yet.'
'I don't care. I shall walk on, and they may catch me. I may be wrong; but it seems to me that a man insults me when he asks me to dine with him and never speaks to me. I don't care if he be ten times Duke of Omnium; he can't be more than a gentleman, and as such I am his equal.' And then, having thus given vent to his feelings in somewhat high-flown language, he walked forth and trudged away along the road towards Courcy.
Frank Gresham had been born and bred a Conservative, whereas the Duke of Omnium was well known as a consistent Whig. There is no one so devoutly resolved to admit of no superior as your Conservative, born and bred, no one so inclined to high domestic despotism as your thoroughgoing consistent old Whig.
When he had proceeded about six miles, Frank was picked up by his friends; but even then his anger had hardly cooled.
'Was the duke as civil as ever when you took your leave of him?' said he to his cousin George, as he took his seat on the drag.
'The juke was jeuced jude wine--lem me tell you that, old fella,' hiccupped out the Honourable George, as he touched up the leader under the flank.
