In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
“The lady among the rabble rout of Comus, perhaps, my lord,” I said,
as he hesitated; and he gave a great laugh, and vowed that I was as
much a Puritan as Mr Milton himself, and with that arose, and took up
his sword and beaver to depart, saying that the king should require
his attendance in an hour’s time.
“’Tis the usual way,” says Mr Hampden Spender, when his lordship was
departed. “My Lord Brandon drinks, and I pay.”
“Pray, sir,” says I, “is that my Lord Brandon?” and went to the window
and looked after him. This was the first and last time that I beheld
that nobleman, my cousin Dorothy’s kinsman, who was slain not long
thereafter in a duel, and the barony became extinct, the estates
thereof passing to the Crown.
“Ay, sir, indeed is’t,” saith Mr Vane Spender. “Pray who else should
be so kind and condescending, and recognise so abundantly the services
that my brother hath the honour to render him? Why, my brother is his
right hand in all he doth. At present he is his attorney in his case
of----”
“Oh, hush, my dear brother!” quoth Mr Hampden Spender; “the word hath
an ugly sound. Prythee, name it not in the ears of our dear young
friend here. Sure, I’ll never have it said of us that we corrupted
youth.”
“Sir,” said I, “I vow I don’t understand you. Do you wish to pick a
quarrel again?”
“No, sir,” saith Mr Spender, standing up mighty grand, but somewhat
fuddled with the wine he had drank. “We wish no quarrels with persons
too nice to drink with us, and too proud for our company, nor no
conversation with ’em neither.”
“Then, sir,” says I, “you’ll allow me to bid you good day, if you
please,” and so left the place before they could stop me. But to this
day I have never found myself able to determine whether these
gentlemen, the Messieurs Spender, were in reality desirous to put a
quarrel upon me, and having compelled me to fight first one and then
t’other of ’em, thus to rid themselves of me, or whether ’twas but the
natural heat of their temper that moved them to provoke me to a
dispute--a heat that hath led to many grievous troubles between us
since that time.
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