Great Britain -- History -- George III, 1760-1820 -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction
Lady Tryon was for a moment silent. She recollected too well that on
the previous night she had not only lost every shilling which she had at
her bankers', but a considerable sum above it; not only that, but she
had raised large sums at different times of late, which if she paid the
principal would absorb the whole of her property. Should she pay her
debts of honour, or buy the lottery tickets? Mr. Flockton's confident
and glowing descriptions decided her on the latter course. When she got
the lottery prize she would satisfy the debts she had incurred at cards.
She took the tickets Mr. Flockton offered, giving him a cheque, which
left her scarcely more that 50 pounds at her bankers'. Her greatest
annoyance arose from her thus being unable to indulge in gambling till
the day for drawing the lottery. Mr. Flockton handing the tickets to
her ladyship, and buttoning up the cheque, took his departure.
Scarcely had he gone, when a servant entered with an announcement that a
person of a very suspicious appearance desired to see her ladyship. "I
told him, my lady, that you were engaged, but he would take no denial."
Lady Tryon, who was constitutionally brave, having Harry by her side,
desired that the man might be shown up. He entered the room with a
confident air, though perfectly respectful, and presented an
official-looking document.
"Why, it's to summon me to Bow Street police-office for gambling!"
exclaimed Lady Tryon. "What is this? Are ladies and gentlemen not to
be allowed to amuse themselves if they think fit?"
"I have nothing to do with that, my lady," answered the man, "I have
delivered the summons; this young gentleman and your servant are witness
to that; the hour is mentioned on the paper. I've done my duty, I wish
your ladyship good-morning."
"Fearful impertinence!" exclaimed Lady Tryon. "What is the country
coming to? Ladies of rank to be treated like criminals, and ordered
about at the pleasure of police magistrates!"
Harry was naturally considerably annoyed, at the same time he could not
forget the scene of the previous evening, and he had heard that some
very just enactments had lately been passed to put a stop to gambling,
both public and private.
"I will go instead of you," he said, "if that will answer."
"No, I must go myself," she said, looking at the paper through her
spectacles. "Fearful _impertinence_ of these people! Horrible
indignity to be subjected to!"
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