(said Mrs. Thrale) the Bishop of —— is never minded at a rout.'
On one subject only could Mrs. Thrale be tedious—her pedigree.
A more unattractive place of residence it would be hard to imagine, but for some reason Mr. Thrale loved it.
Mrs. Thrale was wont to allege that she sat for the fair gambler.
So far as Widow Thrale knew, there was nothing outside what had come to light through this incident.
It was to Murphy, Johnson owed his introduction to Mr. Thrale.
And this was not all—for he afterwards guessed Mrs. Thrale and Mrs. Greville.
For Widow Thrale often called her aunt "Granny" as a tribute to her own offspring.
“My dear, you should know better than to suggest that the ineligibility of any man is obvious,” said Mrs. Thrale.
Widow Thrale then came in, bearing an armful of purchases from the village.
