Faith, Tom, I was nigh saying I wish he could find one for a mark about me; but I caught myself in time, and only observed,—
"He must be an elegant shot."
"The best in the Blues, sir; but this is beside the question. The difficulty is, now, about your friend. There may be some retired officer here,—some one who has served; if you will institute inquiry, I'll wait upon you this evening, and conclude our arrangements."
I promised I 'd do all in my power, and bowed him out of the room and downstairs with every civility, which, I am bound to say, he also returned, and we parted on excellent terms.
Now, Tom, you 'll maybe think it strange of me, with a thing of the kind on hand, but so it was, the moment he was off, I went to look for Mrs. Gore Hampton.
"The lady?" cried the waiter; "she started with extra-post half an hour ago."
"Started!" exclaimed I,—"which way?"
"On the high-road to Munich."
"She left no letter,—no note for me?"
"No, sir."