Lord Orwell. No profession, I see, however rude, can prevent the growth of humanity, where religion affords its kindly influence. Even conversation with this butcher I perceive to improve my humanity!
Enter Sir William Rightly.
Good morning to you, Sir William; you rested well, I hope?
Sir W. Quite so, I thank you; your Lordship is well this morning, I hope? You have been sending your butcher away in tears, I see. I passed him in the hall; he gave me a look that spoke I know not what; I felt it at my heart.
Lord Orwell. I think you must have heard me mention this butcher before; he is not only the best butcher for many miles round, but one of the best men!
His Lordship then characterises Goodman thus:—
I have a great regard for him. In addition to all I have said, there is a civility and gentleness in his manner—an ease and frankness—civil without servility—ease without familiarity, and gentle, with much animation!
Sir William. It seems, then, that the butcher, if not a gentleman has much of the gentleman about him.
Lord Orwell. Exactly so. But let us join the breakfast party.