Old Friends, Epistolary Parody by Andrew Lang
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I, knowing there is never a Scot but has the name of his kailyard
tacked to his own. "A King's name is good enough for me; I bear it plain. Mr. -?" said he, reddening. "They call me the Chevalier Barry, of Ballybarry." "I am in the better company, sir," quoth he, with a grand bow. When a bowl of punch was brought he takes off his hat, and drinks, very solemnly, "To the King!" "Over the water?" I asked. "Nay, sir, on THIS side," he said; and I smoked the Jacobite. But to shorten the story, which amuses my tedium but may beget it in you, I asked him if he knew the cards. "I'm just daft when I get to the cartes," he answered in his brogue, and we fell to piquet. Now my Scot wore a very fine coat, and on the same very large smooth silver buttons, well burnished. Therefore, perceiving such an advantage as a skilled player may enjoy, I let him win a little to whet his appetite, but presently used his buttons as a mirror, wherein I readily detected the strength of the cards he held. Before attempting this artifice, I had solemnly turned my chair round thrice. "You have changed the luck, sir," says Mr. Breck, or Stuart, presently; and, rising with a mighty grave air, he turned his coat |
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