Great Britain -- History -- George III, 1760-1820 -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
The mess-room of the Light Dragoon Regiment was handsome and spacious;
several trophies of arms and colours decorated the walls; that unusual
military addition, a conservatory, opened out of one side; and in it,
amongst the flowers, the music-stands of the excellent band that had
been playing during dinner were still visible, though the bandsmen had
departed when the cloth was drawn.
The party consisted of five-and-twenty, many being in uniform, with
their open blue jackets displaying their scarlet dress vests with the
ridge of pill-sized buttons closely packed from chin to waist; and
several of the wearers of these scarlet vests were from time to time
pouring confidences into their neighbours' ears, the themes being two:
"The cards" and "She."
"Colonel Mellersh, I am going to ask you to sing," said Major Rockley,
after taking a glass of port at a draught, and looking a little less
pale.
He turned to a striking-looking personage at his right--a keen,
aquiline-featured man, with closely-cut, iron-grey hair, decisive,
largish mouth with very white teeth, and piercing dark-grey eyes which
had rather a sinister look from the peculiarity of his fierce eyebrows,
which seemed to go upwards from where they nearly joined.
"I'm afraid my voice is in no singing trim," said the Colonel, in a
quick, loud manner.
"Come, no excuses," cried a big heavy-faced, youngish man from the
bottom of the long table--a gentleman already introduced to the reader
in Lady Teigne's drawing-room.
"No excuse, Sir Matt," cried the Colonel; "only an apology for the
quality of what I am about to sing."
There was a loud tapping and clinking of glasses, and then the Colonel
trolled forth in a sweet tenor voice an anacreontic song about women,
and sparkling wine, and eyes divine, and flowing bowls, and joyous
souls, and ladies bright, as dark as night, and ladies rare, as bright
as fair, and so on, and so on, the whole being listened to with the
deepest attention and the greatest of satisfaction by a body of
gentlemen whose thoughts at the moment, if not set upon women and wine,
certainly were upon wine and women.
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