ABSTRACT
‘By St George, there’s nothing like Old England for comfort!’ cried Mr Palmer, settling himself in his arm-chair in the evening; ‘nothing after all in any part of the known world, like Old England for comfort. Why, madam, there’s not another people in the universe that have in any of their languages a name even for comfort. The French have been forced to borrow it; but now they have got it, they don’t know how to use it, nor even how to pronounce it, poor devils! Well, there’s nothing like Old England for comfort.’
