The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Volume 4Lever, Charles
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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Volume 4
Lever, Charles
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"Oh! I beg pardon," interrupted he; "but my friend is most positive in
his account, and describes the altercation as having continued from the
Salon to the street, when you struck him, and at the same time threw him
your card. Two of our officers were also present; and although, as it
appears from your present forgetfulness, that the thing took place in the
heat and excitement of the moment, still--"
"But still," said I, catching up his last words, "I never did strike the
gentleman as you describe--never had any altercation in the street--and--"
"Is that your address?" said the Frenchman, with a slight bow.
"Yes, certainly it is."
"Why then," said he, with a slight curl of his upper lip--half smile,
half derision--
"Oh! make yourself perfectly easy," I replied. "If any one has by an
accident made use of my name, it shall not suffer by such a mistake.
I shall be quite at your service, the moment I can find out a friend to
refer you to."
I had much difficulty to utter these few words with a suitable degree of
temper, so stung was I by the insolent demeanour of the Frenchman, whose
coolness and urbanity seemed only to increase every moment.
"Then I have the honour to salute you," said he, rising with great
mildness in his voice; "and shall take the liberty to leave my card for
the information of your friend."
So saying, he placed his card upon the table--"Le Capitaine Eugene de
Joncourt, Cuirassiers de la Garde."
"I need not press upon Monsieur the value of despatch."
"I shall not lose a moment," said I, as he clattered down the stairs of
the hotel, with that perfect swaggering nonchalance which a Frenchman is
always an adept in; and I returned to my room, to meditate upon my
numerous embarrassments, and think over the difficulties which every
moment was contributing to increase the number of.
"The indictment has certainly many counts," thought I.
Imprimis--A half-implied, but fully comprehended promise to marry a young
lady, with whom, I confess, I only intend to journey this life--as far as
Baden.
Secondly, a charge of swindling--for such the imputation goes to--at the
Salon.
Thirdly, another unaccountable delay in joining the Callonbys, with whom
I am every hour in the risque of being "compromis;" and lastly, a duel in
perspective with some confounded Frenchman, who is at this very moment
practising at a pistol gallery.
Such were the heads of my reflections, and such the agreeable impressions
my visit to Paris was destined to open with; how they were to be followed
up I reserve for another chapter.
EBOOK EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS:
A crowd is a mob, if composed even of bishops
Involuntary satisfaction at some apparent obstacle to my path
Levelling character of a taste for play
Never able to restrain myself from a propensity to make love
Strong opinions against tobacco within doors
We pass a considerable portion of our lives in a mimic warfare
What we wish, we readily believe
Whenever he was sober his poverty disgusted him
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