"The little beggar behaved very well, I thought, in the first
business. You bullied him so, and in the front of his regiment, too, that
it was almost past bearing; and when he deplored, with tears in his eyes,
almost, the little humbug! that his relationship prevented him calling
you out, ecod, I believed him! It was in the second affair that poor
little Barnes showed he was a cocktail."
"What second affair?" asked Thomas Newcome.
"Don't you know? He! he! this is famous!" cries Sir George. "Why, sir,
two days after your business, he comes to me with another letter and a
face as long as my mare's, by Jove. And that letter, Newcome, was from
your young 'un. Stop, here it is!" and from his padded bosom General Sir
George Tufto drew a pocket-book, and from the pocket-book a copy of a
letter, inscribed, "Clive Newcome, Esq., to Sir B. N. Newcome." "There's
no mistake about your fellow, Colonel. No,----him!" and the man of war
fired a volley of oaths as a salute to Clive.
And the Colonel, on horseback, riding by the other cavalry officer's side
read as follows:--
"George Street, Hanover Square, February 16.
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