The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — CompleteLever, Charles
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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete
Lever, Charles
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As the day was now waning apace, and I was still unprovided with any
one who could act as my second, I set out upon a search through the
various large hotels in the neighbourhood, trusting that amid my
numerous acquaintance I should be fortunate enough to find some of them
at Paris. With a most anxious eye I scanned the lists of arrivals at
the usual haunts of my countrymen, in the Rue Rivoli, and the Place
Vendome, but without success; there were long catalogues of “Milors,”
with their “couriers,” &c. but not one name known to me in the number.
I repaired to Galignani’s library, which, though crowded as ever with
English, did not present to me one familiar face. From thence I turned
into the Palais Royale, and at last, completely jaded by walking, and
sick from disappointment, I sat down upon a bench in the Tuilleries
Garden.
I had scarcely been there many minutes when a gentleman accosted me in
English, saying, “May I ask if this be your property?” showing, at the
same time, a pocket-book which I had inadvertently dropped in pulling
out my handkerchief. As I thanked him for his attention, and was about
to turn away, I perceived that he continued to look very steadily at
me. At length he said,
“I think I am not mistaken; I have the pleasure to see Mr. Lorrequer,
who may perhaps recollect my name, Trevanion of the 43rd. The last time
we met was at Malta.”
“Oh, I remember perfectly. Indeed I should be very ungrateful if I did
not; for to your kind offices there I am indebted for my life. You must
surely recollect the street row at the ‘Caserne?’”
“Yes; that was a rather brisk affair while it lasted; but, pray, how
long are you here?”
“Merely a few days; and most anxious am I to leave as soon as possible;
for, independently of pressing reasons to wish myself elsewhere, I have
had nothing but trouble and worry since my arrival, and at this instant
am involved in a duel, without the slightest cause that I can discover,
and, what is still worse, without the aid of a single friend to
undertake the requisite negociation for me.”
“If my services can in any way assist—”
“Oh, my dear captain, this is really so great a favour that I cannot
say how much I thank you.”
“Say nothing whatever, but rest quite assured that I am completely at
your disposal; for although we are not very old friends, yet I have
heard so much of you from some of ours, that I feel as if we had been
long acquainted.”
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