The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — CompleteLever, Charles
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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete
Lever, Charles
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Waller at length wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, interposed
between the colonel and his victim, and begged that I might be
forgiven; “for indeed my dear sir,” said he, “the poor fellow is of
rather respectable parentage, and such is his taste for good society
that he’d run any risk to be among his betters, although, as in the
present case the exposure brings a rather heavy retribution, however,
let me deal with him. Come, Henry,” said he, with an air of
insufferable superiority, “take my tilbury into town, and wait for me
at the George, I shall endeavour to make your peace with my excellent
friend, Colonel Kamworth; and the best mode you can contribute to that
object, is to let us have no more of your society.”
I cannot attempt to picture my rage at these words; however, escape
from this diabolical predicament was my only present object; and I
rushed from the room, and springing into the tilbury at the door, drove
down the avenue at the rate of fifteen miles per hour, amid the united
cheers, groans, and yells of the whole servants’ hall, who seemed to
enjoy my “detection,” even more than their betters. Meditating
vengeance, sharp, short, and decisive on Waller, the colonel, and every
one else in the infernal conspiracy against me, for I utterly forgot
every vestige of our agreement in the surprise by which I was taken, I
reached Cheltenham. Unfortunately I had no friend there to whose
management I could commit the bearing of a message, and was obliged as
soon as I could procure suitable costume, to hasten up to Coventry
where the —th dragoons were then quartered. I lost no time in selecting
an adviser, and taking the necessary steps to bring Master Waller to a
reckoning; and on the third morning we again reached Cheltenham, I
thirsting for vengeance, and bursting still with anger; not so, my
friend, however, who never could discuss the affair with common
gravity, and even ventured every now and then on a sly allusion to my
yellow shorts. As we passed the last toll-bar, a travelling carriage
came whirling by with four horses at a tremendous pace; and as the
morning was frosty, and the sun scarcely risen, the whole team were
smoking and steaming so as to be half invisible. We both remarked on
the precipitancy of the party; for as our own pace was considerable,
the two vehicles passed like lightning. We had scarcely dressed, and
ordered breakfast, when a more than usual bustle in the yard called us
to the window; the waiter who came in at the same instant told us that
four horses were ordered out to pursue a young lady who had eloped that
morning with an officer.
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