'
'Eh! re'lly now! your Irish ortolans are famous good eating,' said
Heathcock.
'Worth being quartered in Ireland, faith! to taste 'em,' said Benson.
The count recommended to Lady Dashfort some of 'that delicate sweetmeat,
the Irish plum.'
'Bless me, sir--count!' cried Williamson, 'it's by far the best thing of
the kind I ever tasted in all my life: where could you get this?'
'In Dublin, at my dear Mrs. Godey's; where ONLY, in his Majesty's
dominions, it is to be had,' said the count. The whole dish vanished in
a few seconds. ''Pon honour! I do believe this is the thing the queen's
so fond of,' said Heathcock.
Then heartily did he drink of the count's excellent Hungarian wines;
and, by the common bond of sympathy between those who have no other
tastes but eating and drinking, the colonel, the major, and the captain
were now all the best companions possible for one another.
Whilst 'they prolonged the rich repast,' Lady Dashfort and Lord Colambre
went to the window to admire the prospect; Lady Dashfort asked the count
the name of some distant hill.
'Ah!' said the count, 'that hill was once covered with fine wood; but it
was all cut down two years ago.
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