{"product_id":"2940013415973","title":"MR. BRITLING SEES IT THROUGH","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOOK I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMATCHING'S EASY AT EASE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  I MR. DIRECK VISITS MR. BRITLING\u003cbr\u003e II MR. BRITLING CONTINUES HIS EXPOSITION\u003cbr\u003eIII THE ENTERTAINMENT OF MR. DIRECK REACHES A CLIMAX\u003cbr\u003e IV MR. BRITLING IN SOLILOQUY\u003cbr\u003e  V THE COMING OF THE DAY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOOK II\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMATCHING'S EASY AT WAR\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  I ONLOOKERS\u003cbr\u003e II TAKING PART\u003cbr\u003eIII MALIGNITY\u003cbr\u003e IV IN THE WEB OF THE INEFFECTIVE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOOK III\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE TESTAMENT OF MATCHING'S EASY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  I MRS. TEDDY GOES FOR A WALK\u003cbr\u003e II MR. BRITLING WRITES UNTIL SUNRISE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOOK I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMATCHING'S EASY AT EASE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER THE FIRST\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMR. DIRECK VISITS MR. BRITLING\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSection 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was the sixth day of Mr. Direck's first visit to England, and he was\u003cbr\u003eat his acutest perception of differences. He found England in every way\u003cbr\u003egratifying and satisfactory, and more of a contrast with things American\u003cbr\u003ethan he had ever dared to hope.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe had promised himself this visit for many years, but being of a sunny\u003cbr\u003erather than energetic temperament--though he firmly believed himself\u003cbr\u003eto be a reservoir of clear-sighted American energy--he had allowed all\u003cbr\u003esorts of things, and more particularly the uncertainties of Miss Mamie\u003cbr\u003eNelson, to keep him back. But now there were no more uncertainties about\u003cbr\u003eMiss Mamie Nelson, and Mr. Direck had come over to England just to\u003cbr\u003econvince himself and everybody else that there were other interests\u003cbr\u003ein life for him than Mamie....\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd also, he wanted to see the old country from which his maternal\u003cbr\u003egrandmother had sprung. Wasn't there even now in his bedroom in New York\u003cbr\u003ea water-colour of Market Saffron church, where the dear old lady had\u003cbr\u003ebeen confirmed? And generally he wanted to see Europe. As an interesting\u003cbr\u003eside show to the excursion he hoped, in his capacity of the rather\u003cbr\u003eunderworked and rather over-salaried secretary of the Massachusetts\u003cbr\u003eSociety for the Study of Contemporary Thought, to discuss certain\u003cbr\u003eagreeable possibilities with Mr. Britling, who lived at Matching's Easy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMr. Direck was a type of man not uncommon in America. He was very much\u003cbr\u003eafter the fashion of that clean and pleasant-looking person one sees in\u003cbr\u003ethe advertisements in American magazines, that agreeable person who\u003cbr\u003esmiles and says, \"Good, it's the Fizgig Brand,\" or \"Yes, it's a Wilkins,\u003cbr\u003eand that's the Best,\" or \"My shirt-front never rucks; it's a Chesson.\"\u003cbr\u003eBut now he was saying, still with the same firm smile, \"Good. It's\u003cbr\u003eEnglish.\" He was pleased by every unlikeness to things American, by\u003cbr\u003eevery item he could hail as characteristic; in the train to London he\u003cbr\u003ehad laughed aloud with pleasure at the chequer-board of little fields\u003cbr\u003eupon the hills of Cheshire, he had chuckled to find himself in a\u003cbr\u003ecompartment without a corridor; he had tipped the polite yet kindly\u003cbr\u003eguard magnificently, after doubting for a moment whether he ought to tip\u003cbr\u003ehim at all, and he had gone about his hotel in London saying \"Lordy!\u003cbr\u003eLordy! My _word!_\" in a kind of ecstasy, verifying the delightful\u003cbr\u003eabsence of telephone, of steam-heat, of any dependent bathroom. At\u003cbr\u003ebreakfast the waiter (out of Dickens it seemed) had refused to know what\u003cbr\u003e\"cereals\" were, and had given him his egg in a china egg-cup such as you\u003cbr\u003esee in the pictures in _Punch_. The Thames, when he sallied out to see\u003cbr\u003eit, had been too good to be true, the smallest thing in rivers he had\u003cbr\u003eever seen, and he had had to restrain himself from affecting a marked\u003cbr\u003eaccent and accosting some passer-by with the question, \"Say! But is this\u003cbr\u003elittle wet ditch here the Historical River Thames?\"","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47082675667184,"sku":"2940013415973","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013415973_p0.jpg?v=1763580617","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013415973","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}