The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — CompleteLever, Charles
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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete
Lever, Charles
Fiction
stay is necessarily limited to a few days, as he proceeds from this to
visit Lord Anglesey; and, therefore, would humbly suggest as early a
meeting as may suit Colonel K.’s convenience.’ What think you now? Is
this a master-stroke or not?”
“Why, certainly, we are in for it now,” said I, drawing a deep sigh.
“But Jack, what is all this? Why, you’re in livery already.”
I now, for the first time, perceived that Waller was arrayed in a very
decorous suit of dark grey, with cord shorts and boots, and looked a
very knowing style of servant for the side of a tilbury.
“You like it, don’t you? Well, I should have preferred something a
little more showy myself; but as you chose this last night, I, of
course, gave way, and after all, I believe you’re right, it certainly
is neat.”
“Did I choose it last night? I have not the slightest recollection of
it.”
“Yes, you were most particular about the length of the waistcoat, and
the height of the cockade, and you see I have followed your orders
tolerably close; and now, adieu to sweet equality for the season, and I
am your most obedient servant for four weeks—see that you make the most
of it.”
While we were talking, the waiter entered with a note addressed to me,
which I rightly conjectured could only come from Colonel Kamworth. It
ran thus—
“Colonel Kamworth feels highly flattered by the polite attention of Mr.
Lorrequer, and will esteem it a particular favour if Mr. L. can afford
him the few days his stay in this part of the country will permit, by
spending them at Hydrabad Cottage. Any information as to Colonel
Kamworth’s services in the four quarters of the globe, he need not say,
is entirely at Mr. L.’s disposal.
“Colonel K. dines at six precisely.”
When Waller had read the note through, he tossed his hat up in the air,
and, with something little sort of an Indian whoop, shouted out—
“The game is won already. Harry, my man, give me the check for the ten
thousand: she is your own this minute.”
Without participating entirely in Waller’s exceeding delight, I could
not help feeling a growing interest in the part I was advertised to
perform, and began my rehearsal with more spirit than I thought I
should have been able to command.
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