Next week I was again disappointed in my expectation of being able to
put my scheme in execution; but on the third Saturday after my
conversation with Corporal Ball, I walked into Brighton in the
afternoon, the distance being about nine miles. I spent an hour on the
shore watching the boats, and then I sauntered round the Pavilion,
ardently longing that fire might break forth and consume that
architectural monstrosity. I believe that I afterwards had a cup of
coffee at the refreshment-rooms of the station, and capital
refreshment-rooms they are, or were--very moderate and very good. I
think that I partook of a bun, but if put on my oath I could not swear
to the fact; a floating reminiscence of bun lingers in the chambers of
memory, but I cannot be positive, and I wish in this paper to advance
nothing but reliable facts. I squandered precious time in reading the
advertisements of baby-jumpers--which no mother should be without--which
are indispensable in the nursery and the greatest acquisition in the
parlour, the greatest discovery of modern times, etc., etc. I perused a
notice of the advantage of metallic brushes, and admired the young lady
with her hair white on one side and black on the other; I studied the
Chinese letter commendatory of Horniman's tea and the inferior English
translation, and counted up the number of agents in Great Britain and
Ireland. At length the ticket-office opened, and I booked for Hassocks
Gate, second class, fare one shilling.
I ran along the platform till I came to the compartment of the
second-class carriage which I wanted. The door was locked, so I shouted
for a guard.
"Put me in here, please."
"Can't there, s'r; next, please, nearly empty, one woman and baby."
"I particularly wish to enter _this_ carriage," said I.
"Can't be, lock'd, orders, comp'ny," replied the guard, turning on his
heel.
"What reason is there for the public's being excluded, may I ask?"
"Dn'ow, 'spress ord'rs--c'n't let you in; next caridge, pl'se; now then,
quick, pl'se."
I knew the guard and he knew me--by sight, for I often travelled to and
fro on the line, so I thought it best to be candid with him. I briefly
told him my reason for making the request, and begged him to assist me
in executing my plan. He then consented, though with reluctance.
"'Ave y'r own way," said he; "only if an'thing 'appens, don't blame me!"
"Never fear," laughed I, jumping into the carriage.
The guard left the carriage unlocked, and in two minutes we were off.
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