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, Vol. 5 [By Charles James Lever (1806-1872)] Dublin MDCCCXXXIX. Volume 5. (Chapter XXIX-XLI) Contents: CHAPTER XXIX Captain Trevanion's Adventure CHAPTER XXX Difficulties CHAPTER XXXI Explanation CHAPTER XXXII Mr O'Leary's First Love CHAPTER XXXIII Mr O'Leary's Second Love CHAPTER XXXIV The Duel CHAPTER XXXV Early Recollections--A First Love CHAPTER XXXVI Wise Resolves CHAPTER XXXVII The Proposal CHAPTER XXXVIII Thoughts upon Matrimony in general, and in the Army in particular--The Knight of Kerry and Billy M'Cabe CHAPTER XXXIX A Reminiscence CHAPTER XL The Two Letters CHAPTER XLI Mr O'Leary's Capture CHAPTER XXIX. CAPTAIN TREVANION'S ADVENTURE. 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?"