OUR WAGER.
OUR WAGER;
OR,
HOW THE MAJOR LOST AND WON.
I
INTRODUCES MAJOR TELFER OF THE 50TH DASHAWAY HUSSARS.
The softest of lounging-chairs, an unexceptionable hubble-bubble bought at Benares, the last Bell's Life, the morning papers, chocolate milled to a T, and a breakfast worthy of Francatelli,—what sensible man can ask more to make him comfortable? All these was my chum, Hamilton Telfer, Major (50th Dashaway Hussars), enjoying, and yet he was in a frame of mind anything but mild and genial.