The things we do!

"I tell you what I was wanted
for," the Captain told his mess and Clive at the Regent's Park barracks
afterwards, "I was expected to go as Farintosh's Groom of the Stole,
don't you know, to stand, or if I could sit, in the back seat of the box,
whilst his Royal Highness made talk with the Beauty; to go out and fetch
the carriage, and walk downstairs with that d----- crooked old dowager,
that looks as if she usually rode on a broomstick, by Jove, or else with
that bony old painted sheep-faced companion, who's raddled like an old
bell-wether. I think, Newcome, you seem rather hit by the Belle Cousine--
so was I last season; so were ever so many of the fellows. By Jove, sir!
there's nothing I know more comfortable or inspiritin' than a younger
son's position, when a marquis cuts in with fifteen thousand a year! We
fancy we've been making running, and suddenly we find ourselves nowhere.
Miss Mary, or Miss Lucy, or Miss Ethel, saving your presence, will no
more look at us, than my dog will look at a bit of bread, when I offer
her this cutlet.


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