Beckford, like Efron, did so with faux-protest, and with a big smile on his face.
Mr. Beckford welcomed me in the kindest way, and immediately began pointing out the various curious plants and shrubs.
Perhaps Beckford did not intend his tale to be interpreted too solemnly.
So Beckford went, and presently he found himself telling Murray a great deal more than he had intended to tell him.
The moment he reached home, Beckford rushed to his wifes room.
The footman returned, saying his master was engaged, but if I would walk upstairs Mr. Beckford would come to me.
Would it not be a worthy companion to the statues of Beckford and Chatham?
Beckford, in describing the apartment of a Spanish lady, writes: "Her bed was of the richest blue velvet trimmed with point lace."
Mr. Beckford took off the glass, and desired me to take it to the window.
Given good weather and a favourable season, there is as good sport to be obtained with Horse and Hound as in the days of Beckford.