'Ay, Sir; he slept in the "Pied Horse," at Newmarket, and was in all the fun. Next day he broke his arm badly, and slept there in the closet off Mr. Beauclerc's room that night under laudanum, and remained ten days longer in the house. Mr. Beauclerc's chamber was the "flower de luce." Barnabus Sturk, Esq. When I saw him here, half the length of the street away, I knew him and his name on the instant. I never forget things.'
'But he don't remember you?'
'No,' smiled Blue-chin, looking at the float also.
'Two-and-twenty-years. How came it he was not summoned?'
'He was under laudanum, and could tell nothing.'
'Ay,' said the spectacles, 'ay,' and he let out some more line. 'That's deep.'
'Yes, Sir, a soldier was drownded in that hole.'
'And Dr. Toole and Mr. Nutter don't love him—both brisk fellows, and have fought.'
Blue-chin smiled on.
'Very clever dog—needs be sharp though, or he'll come to—ha!' and a gray trout came splashing and flickering along the top of the water upon the hook, and Irons placed the net in Dangerfield's outstretched hand, and the troutling was landed, to the distant music of 'God save the King,' borne faintly on the air, by which the reader perceives that the band were now about to put up their instruments, and the gay folk to disperse. And at the same moment, Lord Castlemallard was doing old General Chattesworth the honour to lean upon his arm, as they walked to and fro upon the parade-ground by the river's bank, and the general looked particularly grand and thoughtful, and my lord was more than usually gracious and impressive, and was saying:—