I Forbid the Banns! — page 188: what you’re looking at

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178 “7 FORBID THE BANNS!” “T will not shrink from the best dinner that the Court larders can supply,’’ said she. ‘‘T am uncertain about the dinner,’’ said he; “but I know | that the wines are to be trusted. There is not a bottle of red or white Burgundy that did not come out of the cellar of a bishop. You are always safe in buying a bishop’s Bur- gundy. My poor father attended every prelate’s auction in the country, and so succeeded in laying down a capital cellar. You shall taste a joy, Bertha, that has received the sanction of the Church.”’ She laughed. Why was he prattling, she wondered, on subjects that were quite dislocated? ‘You may, perhaps, find a dean with a thorough knowledge of vintage clarets; but you will also find that he is Evangel- ical,’’ resumed Julian. ‘‘Ritualism is the alcohol of the High Church ecclesiastic. Hecan appreciate no other stimulant.’’ ‘“How curious,’’ said Bertha. ‘Are these facts or gener- alities?’’ ‘“We shall certainly have a bottle of the true Clos Vou- geot,’’ said he. ‘‘Ah, dearest, the bottled sunsets of the - joyous land of France! I have not tasted it for years. It has always been the tradition at the Court that it must be drunk only to celebrate any notable family event. I dranka glass when I came of age. We shall have a bottle between us to-night.’’ ‘“To celebrate your losing the train?”’ - said she. ‘‘Confound the train!’’ he cried. ‘‘Life is much more to us than catching trains.’’ He touched the horse with the whip, and sent him forward at a brisk trot; but when the Greystone copses were reached he pulled up, and dismounted. ‘We shall stroll homeward through the park,’’ said he. ‘Nothing could be more delightful,’’ she replied, dis- _ mounting into his arms. Gomichooks sco