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The Diary of a Nobody
·
George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
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Franching
several
times
suggested
that
the
wine
should
be
passed
round
the
table,
which
Mr.
Huttle
did
not
heed;
but
continued
as
if
he
were
giving
a
lecture:
“What
we
want
in
America
is
your
homes.
We
live
on
wheels.
Your
simple,
quiet
life
and
home,
Mr.
Franching,
are
charming.
No
display,
no
pretension!
You
make
no
difference
in
your
dinner,
I
dare
say,
when
you
sit
down
by
yourself
and
when
you
invite
us.
You
have
your
own
personal
attendant—
no
hired
waiter
to
breathe
on
the
back
of
your
head.”
I
saw
Franching
palpably
wince
at
this.
Mr.
Huttle
continued:
“Just
a
small
dinner
with
a
few
good
things,
such
as
you
have
this
evening.
You
don’t
insult
your
guests
by
sending
to
the
grocer
for
champagne
at
six
shillings
a
bottle.”
I
could
not
help
thinking
of
“Jackson
Frères”
at
three-and-six!
“In
fact,”
said
Mr.
Huttle,
“a
man
is
little
less
than
a
murderer
who
does.
That
is
the
province
of
the
milksop,
who
wastes
his
evening
at
home
playing
dominoes
with
his
wife.
I’ve
heard
of
these
people.
We
don’t
want
them
at
this
table.
Our
party
is
well
selected.
We’ve
no
use
for
deaf
old
women,
who
cannot
follow
intellectual
conversation.”
All
our
eyes
were
turned
to
Mrs.
Field,
who
fortunately,
being
deaf,
did
not
hear
his
remarks;
but
continued
smiling
approval.
“We
have
no
representative
at
Mr.
Franching’s
table,”
said
Mr.
Huttle,
“of
the
unenlightened
frivolous
matron,
who
goes
to
a
second
class
dance
at
Bayswater
and
fancies
she
is
in
Society.
Society
does
not
know
her;
it
has
no
use
for
her.”
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