Night and Morning, CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Night and Morning, Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction
You may imagine the infernal hubbub which his attempts
to extricate himself caused in the whole street; the old maid’s old
maidservant, after emptying on his head all the vessels of wrath she
could lay her hand to, screamed, ‘Rape and murder!’ The proctor and
his bull-dogs came up, released the prisoner, and gave chase to the
delinquents, who had incautiously remained near to enjoy the sport. The
night was dark and they reached the College in safety, but they had been
tracked to the gates. For this offence I was expelled.”
“Why, you were not concerned in it?” said Philip.
“No; but I was suspected and accused. I could have got off by betraying
the true culprits, but my friend’s father was in public life--a stern,
haughty old statesman; my friend was mortally afraid of him--the only
person he was afraid of. If I had too much insisted on my innocence, I
might have set inquiry on the right track. In fine, I was happy to prove
my friendship for him. He shook me most tenderly by the hand on parting,
and promised never to forget my generous devotion. I went home in
disgrace: I need not tell you what my father said to me: I do not think
he ever loved me from that hour. Shortly after this my uncle, George
Gawtrey, the captain, returned from abroad; he took a great fancy to me,
and I left my father’s house (which had grown insufferable) to live
with him. He had been a very handsome man--a gay spendthrift; he had
got through his fortune, and now lived on his wits--he was a professed
gambler. His easy temper, his lively humour, fascinated me; he knew
the world well; and, like all gamblers, was generous when the dice were
lucky,--which, to tell you the truth, they generally were, with a man
who had no scruples. Though his practices were a little suspected,
they had never been discovered. We lived in an elegant apartment, mixed
familiarly with men of various ranks, and enjoyed life extremely. I
brushed off my college rust, and conceived a taste for expense: I knew
not why it was, but in my new existence every one was kind to me; and
I had spirits that made me welcome everywhere. I was a scamp--but a
frolicsome scamp--and that is always a popular character. As yet I
was not dishonest, but saw dishonesty round me, and it seemed a very
pleasant, jolly mode of making money; and now I again fell into contact
with the young heir. My college friend was as wild in London as he had
been at Cambridge; but the boy-ruffian, though not then twenty years of
age, had grown into the man-villain.”
Here Gawtrey paused, and frowned darkly.
“He had great natural parts, this young man--much wit, readiness, and
cunning, and he became very intimate with my uncle. He learned of him
how to play the dice, and a pack the cards--he paid him L1,000. for the
knowledge!”
“How! a cheat? You said he was rich.”
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