Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil BlasLever, Charles
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Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil Blas
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- Fiction
He stared at me, without speaking, for a few minutes, and then said, in
a low, flat voice, "Come on deck, lad." I obeyed; and he took a lighted
lantern from the binnacle, and held it up close to my face, and then
moved it so that he made a careful examination of my whole figure.
"I 'd give a crown to know who was your father," said he, dryly.
"Con Cregan, of Kilbeggan, sir."
"Oh, of course, I know all that. Come, now, what say you to try a bit of
life afloat? Will you stay here?"
"Will you take me, sir?" cried I, in ecstasy.
"Halkett, rig him out," said he, shortly. "Nip the anchor with the ebb,
and keep your course down channel." With this he descended the cabin
stairs and disappeared, while I, at a signal from Halkett, stepped down
the ladder into the steerage. In the mean while it will not be deemed
digressionary if I devote a few words to the singular character into
whose society I was now thrown, inasmuch as to convey any candid
narrative of my own career I must speak of those who, without
influencing the main current of my life, yet certainly gave some impulse
and direction to its first meanderings.
Sir Dudley Broughton was the only son of a wealthy baronet, who,
not from affection or overkindness, but out of downright indolent
indifference, permitted him, first as an Eton boy, and afterwards as
a gentleman commoner of Christ Church, to indulge in every dissipation
that suited his fancy. An unlimited indulgence, a free command of
whatever money he asked for, added to a temper constitutionally
headstrong and impetuous, soon developed what might have been expected
from the combination. He led a life of wild insubordination at school,
and was expelled from Oxford. With faculties above rather than beneath
mediocrity, and a certain aptitude for acquiring the knowledge most in
request in society, he had the reputation of being one who, if he had
not unhappily so addicted himself to dissipation, would have made a
favorable figure in the world. After trying in vain to interest himself
in the pursuits of a country life, of which the sporting was the
only thing he found attractive, he joined a well-known light cavalry
regiment, celebrated for numbering among its officers more fast men than
any other corps in the service. His father, dying about the same
time, left him in possession of a large fortune, which, with all his
extravagance, was but slightly encumbered. This fact, coupled with his
well-known reputation, made him popular with his brother officers, most
of whom, having run through nearly all they possessed, saw with pleasure
a new Croesus arrive in the regiment. Such a man as Broughton was just
wanted. One had a charger to get off; another wanted a purchaser for
his four-in-hand drag. The senior captain was skilful at billiards; and
every one played "lansquenet" and hazard.
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