We had endured a television programme on the English parish church, and while we rewarded ourselves with a glass of madeira, Frobisher recollected his work for the Ecclesiological Society’s register of sepulchral monuments, signalling with nods and becks and wreathed smiles the covert allusions and unascribed quotations characteristic of any self-respecting 18th-century specialist in reminiscent pin.
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