That's why Sargent got the living.' 'Sargent,' said Mr.Ely.

'I know him.

Isn't he a showy, talkative fellow; has written travels in Mesopotamia, or something of that sort ?' 'That's the man.' 'He was at Witherington once, as Bagshawe's curate.

He got into rather bad odour there, through some scandal about a flirtation, I think.' 'Talking of scandal,' returned Mr.Fellowes, 'have you heard the last story about Barton?
Nisbett was telling me the other day that he dines alone with the Countess at six, while Mrs.Barton is in the kitchen acting as cook.' 'Rather an apocryphal authority, Nisbett,' said Mr.Ely.
'Ah,' said Mr.Cleves, with good-natured humour twinkling in his eyes, 'depend upon it, that is a corrupt version.

The original text is, that they all dined together _with_ six--meaning six children--and that Mrs.
Barton is an excellent cook.' 'I wish dining alone together may be the worst of that sad business,' said the Rev.Archibald Duke, in a tone implying that his wish was a strong figure of speech.
'Well,' said Mr.Fellowes, filling his glass and looking jocose, 'Barton is certain either the greatest gull in existence, or he has some cunning secret,--some philtre or other to make himself charming in the eyes of a fair lady.