Indeed, he was 'dithguthted' at his condition; and if upon the occasion
just described he had allowed himself to be somewhat 'intoxicated with
liquor,' I must aver that I do not recollect another instance in which
this worthy little gentleman suffered himself to be similarly overtaken.
Now and then a little 'flashy' he might be, but nothing more
serious--and rely upon it, this was no common virtue in those days.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
IN WHICH CAPTAIN DEVEREUX'S FIDDLE PLAYS A PRELUDE TO 'OVER THE HILLS
AND FAR AWAY.'
There was some little undefinable coolness between old General
Chattesworth and Devereux. He admired the young fellow, and he liked
good blood in his corps, but somehow he was glad when he thought he was
likely to go. When old Bligh, of the Magazine, commended the handsome
young dog's good looks, the general would grow grave all at once, and
sniff once or twice, and say, 'Yes, a good-looking fellow certainly, and
might make a good officer, a mighty good officer, but he's wild, a
troublesome dog.' And, lowering his voice, 'I tell you what, colonel, as
long as a young buck sticks to his claret, it is all fair; but hang it,
you see, I'm afraid he likes other things, and he won't wait till after
dinner--this between ourselves, you know.
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