The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — CompleteLever, Charles
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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete
Lever, Charles
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Guess my misery, to discover that the whole of the pocket had been cut
away, probably in the hope of obtaining the billets de banque I had won
at play, but which I had changed from that pocket to a breast one on
leaving the table. This at once led me to suspect that there might be
some truth in the suspicion of the newspaper writer of a pre-concerted
scheme, and at once explained to me what had much puzzled me before—the
extreme rapidity with which the elements of discord were propagated,
for the whole affair was the work of a few seconds. While I continued
to meditate on these matters, the waiter entered with a small note in
an envelope, which a commissionaire had just left at the hotel for me,
and went away, saying there was no answer. I opened it hastily, and
read:—
“Dear H.—The confounded affair of last night has induced me to leave
this for a few days; besides that I have obtained a most excellent
reason for absenting myself in the presence of a black eye, which will
prevent my appearance in public for a week to come. As you are a
stranger here, you need not fear being detected. With all its
desagremens, I can’t help laughing at the adventure, and I am heartily
glad to have had the opportunity of displaying old Jackson’s science
upon those wretched gens-d’arme.
“Your, truly,
“G.L.”
This, certainly, thought I, improves my position. Here is my cousin
Guy—the only one to whom, in any doubt or difficulty here, I could
refer—here he is—flown, without letting me know where to address him or
find him out. I rung my bell hastily, and having written a line on my
card, requesting Lord Kilkee to come to me as soon as he could,
despatched it to the Rue de la Paix. The messenger soon returned with
an answer, that Lord Kilkee had been obliged to leave Paris late the
evening before, having received some important letters from Baden. My
anxiety now became greater. I did not know but that the moment I
ventured to leave the hotel I should be recognised by some of the
witnesses of the evening’s fray; and all thoughts of succouring poor
O’Leary were completely forgotten in my fear for the annoyances the
whole of this ridiculous affair might involve me in. Without any
decision as to my future steps, I dressed myself, and proceeded to pay
my respects to Mrs. Bingham and her daughter, who were in the same
hotel, and whom I had not seen since our arrival.
As I entered the drawing-room, I was surprised to find Miss Bingham
alone. She appeared to have been weeping—at least the efforts she made
to appear easy and in good spirits contrasted a good deal with the
expression of her features as I came in. To my inquiries for Mrs.
Bingham, I received for answer that the friends Mrs. Bingham had
expected having left a few days before for Baden, she had resolved on
following them, and had now merely driven out to make a few purchases
before her departure, which was to take place in the morning.
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