The Adventures of Peregrine PickleSmollett, T. (Tobias)
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The Adventures of Peregrine Pickle
Smollett, T. (Tobias)
Adventure stories; Fiction; Picaresque literature
A few days after this outrage was committed, our youth, who was a
professed enemy to all oppression, being in one of the first loges
at the comedy, was eye-witness of an adventure which filled him with
indignation: a tall, ferocious fellow, in the parterre, without the
least provocation, but prompted by the mere wantonness of pride, took
hold of the hat of a very decent young man who happened to stand before
him, and twirled it round upon his head. The party thus offended turned
to his aggressor, and civilly asked the reason of such treatment: but
he received no answer; and when he looked the other way, the insult
was repeated: upon which he expressed his resentment as became a man of
spirit, and desired the offender to walk out with him. No sooner did
he thus signify his intention, than his adversary, swelling with rage,
cocked his hat fiercely in his face, and, fixing his hands in his sides,
pronounced, with the most imperious tone, “Hark ye, Mr. Round Periwig,
you must know that I am a mousquetaire.” Scarce had this awful word
escaped from his lips, when the blood forsook the lips of the poor
challenger, who, with the most abject submission, begged pardon for
his presumption, and with difficulty obtained it, on condition that he
should immediately quit the place. Having thus exercised his authority,
he turned to one of his companions, and, with an air of disdainful
ridicule, told him he was like to have had an affair with a bourgeois;
adding, by way of heightening the irony, “Egad! I believe he is a
physician.”
Our hero was so much shocked and irritated at this licentious behaviour,
that he could not suppress his resentment, which he manifested by saying
to this Hector, “Sir, a physician may be a man of honour.” To this
remonstrance, which was delivered with a very significant countenance,
the mousquetaire made no other reply, but that of echoing his assertion
with a loud laugh, in which he was joined by his confederates.
Peregrine, glowing with resentment, called him a fanfaron, and withdrew
in expectation of being followed into the street. The other understood
the hint; and a rencounter must have ensued had not the officer of the
guard, who overheard what passed, prevented their meeting, by putting
the mousquetaire immediately under arrest. Our young gentleman waited at
the door of the parterre, until he was informed of this interposition,
and then went home very much chagrined at his disappointment; for he was
an utter stranger to fear and diffidence on those occasions, and had set
his heart upon chastising the insolence of this bully, who had treated
him with such disrespect.
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