Benjamin Disraeli

“ But there is nothing I hate so much as shopping. It bores me more than anything. And you are so peculiarly long when you are shopping. But singing, and beautiful singing in a Catholic chapel by a woman; perhaps a beautiful woman, that is quite a different thing, and I should have been amused, which nobody seems ever to think of here. I do not know how you find it, Lady Bardolf, but the country to me in August is a something;"—and not finishing his sentence, Mr Mountchesney gave a look of inexpressible despair. ”

“ If he do, they mean to winter at Rome."
"Somebody said he was going to be married," said Lady de Mowbray.
"His mother wishes him to marry," said Lady Bardolf; "but I have heard nothing."
Mr Mountchesney came in and greeted the Bardolfs with some warmth. "How delightful in the country in August to meet somebody that you have seen in London in June!" he exclaimed. "Now, dear Lady Bardolf do tell me something, for you can conceive nothing so triste as we are here. We never get a letter. Joan only corresponds with philosophers and Maud with clergymen; and none of my friends ever write to me." ”

“ Marney will not believe that the condition of the labourer has anything to do with them; and he certainly is a very acute man. But still I don't know what to say to it. The poor-law is very unpopular in my parish. Marney will have it, that the incendiaries are all strangers hired by the anti-Corn-law League."
"Ah! here is Lady Joan," exclaimed Lady Bardolf, as the wife of Mr Mountchesney entered the room; "My dearest Lady Joan!"
"Why Joan," said Mr Mountchesney, "Maud has been to Mowbray, and heard the most delicious singing. ”