can answer you. Now, if I have a longing heart's desire for any thing at all in this world, it is to be able to get up into a pulpit and preach a sermon."
"You can't conceive how soon that appetite would pall upon you after its first indulgence."
"That would depend upon whether I could get people to listen to me. It does not pall upon Mr. Spurgeon, I suppose." Then her attention was called away by some question from Mr. Sowerby, and Mark Robarts found himself bound to address his conversation to Miss Proudie. Miss Proudie, however, was not thankful, and gave him little but monosyllables for his pains.
"Of course you know Harold Smith is going to give us a lecture about these islanders," Mr. Sowerby said to him, as they sat round the fire over their wine after dinner. Mark said that he had been so informed, and should be delighted to be one of the listeners.
"You are bound to do that, as he is going to listen to you the day afterward—or, at any rate, to pretend to do so, which is as much as you will do for him. It'll be a terrible bore—the lecture I mean, not the sermon." And he spoke very low into his friend's ear. "Fancy having to drive ten miles after dusk, and ten miles back, to hear Harold Smith talk for two hours about Borneo! One must do it, you know."
"I dare say it will be very interesting."
"My dear fellow, you haven't undergone so many of these things as I have. But he's right to do it. It's his line of life; and when a man begins a thing he ought to go on with it. Where's Lufton all this time?"
"In Scotland when I last heard from him; but he's probably at Melton now."
"It's deuced shabby of him, not hunting here in his own county. He escapes all the bore of going to lectures, and giving feeds to the neighbors; that's why he treats us so. He has no idea of his duty, has he?"
"Lady Lufton does all that, you know."
"I wish I'd a Mrs. Sowerby mère to do it for me. But then Lufton has no constituents to look after—lucky dog! By-the-by, has he spoken to you about selling that outlying bit of land of his in Oxfordshire? It belongs to the Lufton property, and yet it doesn't. In my mind, it gives more trouble than it's worth."
