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. And then Mrs.
Proudie passed on to Mrs. Grantly. The two ladies were quite friendly
in London; though down in their own neighbourhood they waged a
war so internecine in its nature. But nevertheless Mrs. Proudie's
manner might have showed to a very close observer that she knew the
difference between a bishop and an archdeacon. "I am so delighted to
see you," said she. "No, don't mind moving; I won't sit down just at
present. But why didn't the archdeacon come?"

"It was quite impossible; it was indeed," said Mrs. Grantly. "The
archdeacon never has a moment in London that he can call his own."

"You don't stay up very long, I believe."

"A good deal longer than we either of us like, I can assure you.
London life is a perfect nuisance to me."

"But people in a certain position must go through with it, you know,"
said Mrs. Proudie. "The bishop, for instance, must attend the House."

"Must he?" asked Mrs. Grantly, as though she were not at all well
informed with reference to this branch of a bishop's business. "I am
very glad that archdeacons are under no such liability."

"Oh, no; there's nothing of that sort," said Mrs. Proudie, very
seriously. "But how uncommonly well Miss Grantly is looking! I do
hear that she has quite been admired." This phrase certainly was a
little hard for the mother to bear. All the world