To you, Walter, I give a sober straight forward history; but, in the
opinions of my friends below stairs, I am fast approaching towards the
honours which the squire's postilion and coachman have already
purchased. I affected to grow very frolicksome, early after dinner; and
am, at length, become, with the help of claret and burgundy, as properly
intoxicated to all appearance as I find necessary to the carrying on of
my plan. However, I am not yet retired for the night:--presently, I mean
to descend, and give them such another specimen of my ability as shall
make my departure so essential to their repose, that they will not
attempt to recal or disturb me.
A messenger, Boyer, is gone to the castle, to give notice of its
master's absence for the night. He carries other tidings there
also:--tidings to me of great joy.
The servants of Valmont castle are held in such constraint by their
proud master, that to enjoy the pleasures which are permitted in other
households they are ever scheming. The squire's absence is a festive
holiday; and Griffiths was invited by the butler, with whom he has
purposely scraped an intimacy, to partake of the joy of to day. Why the
invitation was neglected you may divine. By the messenger now sent to
the castle, Griffiths informs the butler that, as Mr. Valmont is safe at
the hall, and Lord Filmar is safe in bed, the night is their own. He
begs they will prepare for mirth and gaiety, bids the housekeeper and
her damsels put on their dancing shoes, and promises to join them early,
accompanied by his brother, who plays an excellent fiddle, and is the
merriest fellow alive.
Such is the substance of Griffiths' message to the domestics. Doubt them
not, Walter; they will jump at the opportunity, and swallow my bait with
all the greediness I can desire.
It is now past nine. My pulse begins to beat riotously, as if I were
drunk in earnest.--Poor undiscerning souls!--I have looked in the glass,
Boyer.--All the uncertainty of my success trembles in my eye--all the
tumult of hopes and fears sits on my countenance:--yet these animals
cannot perceive it.----Would it were over!
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