Pelham — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Pelham — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Adventure stories; English fiction -- 19th century; Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
Fate saved me a world of trouble; as I was hastily walking onwards, I
happened to turn my eyes on the opposite side of the way, and discovered
a man dressed, in what the newspapers term, the very height of the
fashion, namely, in the most ostentatious attire that ever flaunted at
Margate, or blazoned in the Palais Royale. The nether garments of this
petit maitre, consisted of a pair of blue tight pantaloons, profusely
braided, and terminating in Hessian boots, adorned with brass spurs of
the most burnished resplendency; a black velvet waistcoat, studded with
gold stars, was backed by a green frock coat, covered, notwithstanding
the heat of the weather, with fur, and frogged and cordonne with the
most lordly indifference, both as to taste and expense: a small French
hat, which might not have been much too large for my Lord of P--, was
set jauntily in the centre of a system of long black curls, which
my eye, long accustomed to penetrate the arcana of habilatory art,
discovered at once to be a wig. A fierce black mustacheo, very much
curled, wandered lovingly from the upper lip, towards the eyes, which
had an unfortunate prepossession for eccentricity in their direction. To
complete the picture, we must suppose some colouring--and this consisted
in a very nice and delicate touch of the rouge pot, which could not be
called by so harsh a term as paint; say, rather that it was a tinge.
No sooner had I set my eyes upon this figure, than I crossed over to
the side of the way which it was adorning, and followed its motions at a
respectful but observant distance.
At length my freluquet marched into a jeweller’s shop in Oxford-street;
with a careless air, I affected, two minutes afterwards, to saunter
into the same shop; the shopman was shewing his bijouterie to him of the
Hessians with the greatest respect; and, beguiled by the splendour of
the wig and waistcoat, turned me over to his apprentice--another time,
I might have been indignant at perceiving that the air noble, on which
I piqued myself far more than all other gifts of nature, personal or
mental, was by no means so universally acknowledged as I had vainly
imagined--at that moment I was too occupied to think of my insulted
dignity. While I was pretending to appear wholly engrossed with some
seals, I kept a vigilant eye on my superb fellow customer: at last, I
saw him secrete a diamond ring, and thrust it, by a singular movement
of the fore finger, up the fur cuff of his capacious sleeve; presently,
some other article of minute size disappeared in the like manner.
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