The Poacher; Or, Joseph RushbrookMarryat, Frederick
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The Poacher; Or, Joseph Rushbrook
Marryat, Frederick
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction; Poachers -- Fiction
"Then I'm not sorry at all, O'Donahue, and I'll tell you why. I should
have enjoyed myself, I do not doubt--but I should have enjoyed myself
too much; and, after dining with ambassadors, and princes, and counts,
and all that thing--should I ever have gone back comfortable and
contented to Mrs McShane, and the cook's shop? No, no--I'm not exactly
reconciled, as it is; and if I were to be drinking champagne, and 'ating
French kickshaws with the Russian nobility for three or four months,
dancing perhaps with princesses, and whispering in the ears of
duchesses, wouldn't my nose turn up with contempt at the beefsteak pie,
and poor Mrs McShane, with all her kind smiles, look twice as corpulent
as ever? No, no, I'm better here, and I'm a wise man, although I say it
myself."
"Well, perhaps you are, McShane; but still I do not like that I should
be spending your money in this way without your having your share of it
at least."
"My share of it--now, O'Donahue, suppose I had come over here on my own
account, where should I have been? I could not have mustered up the
amiable impudence you did, to persuade the commander-in-chief to give me
letters to the ambassador: nor could I have got up such a turn-out, nor
have fitted the turn-out so well as you do. I should have been as
stupid as an owl, just doing what I have done the whole of the blessed
morning for want of your company--looking after one of the floating
bridges across the river, and spitting into the stream, just to add my
mite to the Baltic Sea."
"I'm sorry you were not better amused."
"I was amused; for I was thinking of the good-humoured face of Mrs
McShane, which was much better than being in high company, and
forgetting her entirely. Let me alone for amusing myself after my own
fashion, O'Donahue, and that's all I wish. I suppose you have heard
nothing in your travels about your Powlish princess?"
"Of course not; it will require some tact to bring in her name--I must
do it as if by mere accident."
"Shall I ask the courier if she is an acquaintance of his?"
"An acquaintance, McShane?"
"I don't mean on visiting terms; but if he knows anything about the
family, or where they live?"
"No, McShane, I think you had better not; we do not know much of him at
present. I shall dine at the ambassador's tomorrow, and there will be a
large party."
During the day invitations for evening parties were brought in from the
Prince Gallitzin and Princess Woronzoff.
"The plot thickens fast, as the saying is," observed McShane; "you'll be
certain to meet your fair lady at some of these places."
"That is what I trust to do," replied O'Donahue; "if not, as soon as I'm
intimate, I shall make inquiries about her; but we must first see how
the land lies."
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