Mr. Jenkins's horse no doubt trotted at a very brisk pace, as gentlemen's
horses will of a frosty night, after their masters have been regaled with
plentiful supplies of wine and ale. I remember in my bachelor days that
my horses always trotted quicker after I had had a good dinner; the
champagne used to communicate itself to them somehow, and the claret get
into their heels. Before midnight the letter for Mr. Harris was in Mr.
Harris's hands in the King's Arms.
It has been said that in the Boscawen Room at the Arms, some of the jolly
fellows of Newcome had a club, of which Parrot the auctioneer, Tom Potts
the talented reporter, now editor of the Independent, Vidler the
apothecary, and other gentlemen, were members.
When we first had occasion to mention that society, it was at an early
stage of this history, long before Clive Newcome's fine moustache had
grown. If Vidler the apothecary was old and infirm then, he is near ten
years older now; he has had various assistants, of course, and one of
them of late years had his become his partner, though the firm continues
to be known by Viller's ancient and respectable name.
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