And what a good fellow Jack
was; and what a trump Kew is; how famously he stuck by him: went to see
him in prison and paid him out! and what good fellows we all are, in
general, became the subject of the conversation, the latter part of which
took place in the smoking-room of the Regent's Park Barracks, then
occupied by that regiment of Life Guards of which Lord Kew and Mr.
Belsize had been members. Both were still fondly remembered by their
companions; and it was because Belsize had spoken very warmly of Clive's
friendliness to him that Jack's friend the gallant Crackthorpe had been
interested in our hero, and found an opportunity of making his
acquaintance.
With these frank and pleasant young men Clive soon formed a considerable
intimacy: and if any of his older and peaceful friends chanced to take
their afternoon airing in the Park, and survey the horsemen there, we
might have the pleasure of beholding Mr. Newcome in Rotten Row, riding
side by side with other dandies who had mustachios blonde or jet, who
wore flowers in their buttons (themselves being flowers of spring), who
rode magnificent thoroughbred horses, scarcely touching their stirrups
with the tips of their varnished boots, and who kissed the most beautiful
primrose-coloured kid gloves to lovely ladies passing them in the Ride.
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