152 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
home, for the first time, to visit the opposite coast ; 
but so truly Brit'sh were his habits, that nothing 
could please or satisfy him. The soup was meagre, 
the p< ^age acid, the peas sweet, the wine sfriur, ihe 
coffee bitter: the girls brown, their eyes too 
;heir caps too high, thei- petticoats too shi 
'language unintelligr ' eir houses old, t he inns 
uirty, the country too ... the ro.'J' right 
in short, he saw every :. Lg with such disconl.n.ed 
eyes as to render the p ^comfortable, until good 
fortune led us to inn, where, in a small 
garden, were growing several fine Stocks, *. 
he affirmed, were the first good things he had seen 
since he left Sussex. On hearing the landlady 
acknowledge them to be de Girojliers de Brompton, 
he insisted on halting a.': her house, where he treated 
the party with a dejeuner d lafourchette, and left 
the village with a sprig of the Brompton stock in 
his button-hole, his eyes sparkling with champaigne 
and good-humour, which lasted for the remainder of 
the journey, during which he often exclaimed, 
' Thanks to the Brompton Stock !' " 
