I wish it would." "That's just what I say to Fothergill; and then where there's much woodland you can't get the vermin to leave it." "But we haven't a tree at Boxall Hill," said Mrs.Gresham.
"Ah, yes; you're new there, certainly; you've enough of it at Greshamsbury in all conscience.

There's a larger extent of wood there than we have; isn't there, Fothergill ?" Mr.Fothergill said that the Greshamsbury woods were very extensive, but that, perhaps, he thought-- "Oh, ah! I know," said the duke.

"The Black Forest in its old days was nothing to Gatherum woods, according to Fothergill.

And then, again, nothing in East Barsetshire could be equal to anything in West Barsetshire.

Isn't that it; eh, Fothergill ?" Mr.Fothergill professed that he had been brought up in that faith and intended to die in it.
"Your exotics at Boxall Hill are very fine, magnificent!" said Mr.
Sowerby.
"I'd sooner have one full-grown oak standing in its pride alone," said young Gresham, rather grandiloquently, "than all the exotics in the world." "They'll come in due time," said the duke.
"But the due time won't be in my days.