Produced by Mary Munarin and David Widger [NOTE: There is a short list of bookmarks, or pointers, at the end of the file for those who may wish to sample the author's ideas before making an entire meal of them. D.W.] THE CONFESSIONS OF HARRY LORREQUER, Volume 2 [By Charles James Lever (1806-1872)] Dublin MDCCCXXXIX. Volume 2. (Chapters XI. to XVII.) Contents: CHAPTER XI Cheltenham--Matrimonial Adventure--Showing how to make love for a friend CHAPTER XII Dublin--Tom O'Flaherty--A Reminiscence of the Peninsula CHAPTER XIII Dublin--The Boarding-house--Select Society CHAPTER XIV The Chase CHAPTER XV Mems Of the North Cork CHAPTER XVI Theatricals CHAPTER XVI* (As here the chapter number is repeated in the print copy.) The Wager CHAPTER XVII The Elopement CHAPTER XI. CHELTENHAM--MATRIMONIAL ADVENTURE--SHOWING HOW TO MAKE LOVE FOR A FRIEND. It was a cold raw evening in February as I sat in the coffee-room of the Old Plough in Cheltenham, "Lucullus c. Lucullo"--no companion save my half-finished decanter of port. I had drawn my chair to the corner of the ample fire-place, and in a half dreamy state was reviewing the incidents of my early life, and like most men who, however young, have still to lament talents misapplied, opportunities neglected, profitless labour, and disastrous idleness. The dreary aspect of the large and ill-lighted room--the close-curtained boxes--the unsocial look of every thing and body about suited the habit of my soul, and I was on the verge of becoming excessively sentimental--the unbroken silence, where several people were present, had also its effect upon me, and I felt oppressed and dejected. So sat I for an hour; the clock over the mantel ticked sharply on--the old man in the brown surtout had turned in his chair, and now snored louder--the gentleman who read the Times had got the Chronicle, and I thought I saw him nodding over the advertisements. The father who, with a raw son of about nineteen, had dined at six, sat still and motionless opposite his offspring, and only breaking the silence around by the grating of the decanter as he posted it across the table. The only thing denoting active existence was a little, shrivelled man, who, with spectacles on his forehead, and hotel slippers on his feet, rapidly walked up and down, occasionally stopping at his table to sip a little weak-looking negus, which was his moderate potation for two hours. I have been particular in chronicling these few and apparently trivial circumstances, for by what mere trifles are our greatest and most important movements induced--had the near wheeler of the Umpire been only safe on his fore legs, and while I write this I might--but let me continue. The gloom and melancholy which beset me, momentarily increased. But three months before, and my prospects presented every thing that was fairest and brightest--now all the future was dark and dismal. Then my best friends could scarcely avoid envy at my fortune