The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 149 pages of information about The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Volume 1.

The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 149 pages of information about The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Volume 1.

It was very late when I reached my old quarters at Kilrush; Mrs. Healy fortunately was in bed asleep—­fortunately I say, for had she selected that occasion to vent her indignation for my long absence, I greatly fear that, in my then temper I should have exhibited but little of that Job-like endurance for which I was once esteemed; I entered my little mean-looking parlour, with its three chairs and lame table, and, as I flung myself upon the wretched substitute for a sofa, and thought upon the varied events which a few weeks had brought about; it required the aid of her ladyship’s letter, which I opened before me, to assure me I was not dreaming.

The entire of that night I could not sleep; my destiny seemed upon its balance; and, whether the scale inclined to this side or that, good or evil fortune seemed to betide me.  How many were my plans and resolutions, and how often abandoned; again to be pondered over, and once more given up.  The grey dawn of the morning was already breaking, and found me still doubting and uncertain.  At last the die was thrown; I determined at once to apply for leave to my commanding officer, (which he could, if he pleased, give me, without any application to the Horse Guards,) set out for Elton, tell Sir Guy my whole adventure, and endeavour, by a more moving love story than ever graced even the Minerva Press, to induce him to make some settlement on me, and use his influence with Lord Callonby in my behalf; this done, set out for London, and then —­and then—­what then?—­then for the Morning Post—­“Cadeau de noces” —­“happy couple”—­“Lord Callonby’s seat in Hampshire,” &c. &c.

“You wished to be called at five, sir,” said Stubber.

“Yes; is it five o’clock?”

“No, sir; but I heard you call out something about ‘four horses,’ and I thought you might be hurried, so I came a little earlier.”

“Quite right, Stubber; let me have my breakfast as soon as possible, and see that chestnut horse I brought here last night, fed.”

“And now for it,” said I, after writing a hurried note to Curzon, requesting him to take command of my party at Kilrush, till he heard from me, and sending my kindest remembrance to my three friends; I despatched the epistle by my servant on Peter, while I hastened to acquire a place in the mail for Ennis, on the box seat of which let my kind reader suppose me seated, as wrapping my box-coat around me, I lit my cigar and turned my eyes towards Limerick.

CHAPTER VIII.

CONGRATULATIONS—­SICK LEAVE—­HOW TO PASS THE BOARD.

I had scarcely seated myself to breakfast at Swinburn’s hotel in Limerick, when the waiter presented me with a letter.  As my first glance at the address showed it to be in Colonel Carden’s handwriting, I felt not a little alarmed for the consequences of the rash step I had taken in leaving my detachment; and, while quickly thronging fancies of arrest and courtmartial flitted before me, I summoned resolution at last to break the seal, and read as follows:—­

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