"How should you know, when I don't know myself?" answered the Scotchman.
"In earnest now, Tom Newcome, I think your boy is as fine a lad as I ever
set eyes on. He seems to have intelligence and good temper. He carries
his letter of recommendation in his countenance; and with the honesty--
and the rupees, mind ye--which he inherits from his father, the deuce is
in it if he can't make his way. What time's the breakfast? Eh, but it was
a comfort this morning not to hear the holystoning on the deck. We ought
to go into lodgings, and not fling our money out of the window of this
hotel. We must make the young chap take us about and show us the town in
the morning, Tom. I had but three days of it five-and-twenty years ago,
and I propose to reshoome my observations to-morrow after breakfast.
We'll just go on deck and see how's her head before we turn in, eh,
Colonel?" and with this the jolly gentleman nodded over his candle to his
friend, and trotted off to bed.
The Colonel and his friend were light sleepers and early risers, like
most men that come from the country where they had both been so long
sojourning, and were awake and dressed long before the London waiters had
thought of quitting their beds.
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