Pelham — Volume 04 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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me?" said the short, thick, bullying, impudent, vulgar Earl of Calton.
"Why," answered I, "I am a poor hand at the foils, and a still worse at the sticks; but I have no objection to exchange a cut or two at the latter with Lord Calton." "No, no!" said the good-natured Dartmore;--"no, Calton is the best stick- player I ever knew;" and then, whispering me, he added, "and the hardest hitter--and he never spares, either." "Really," said I aloud, in my most affected tone, "it is a great pity, for I am excessively delicate; but as I said I would engage him, I don't like to retract. Pray let me look at the hilt: I hope the basket is strong: I would not have my knuckles rapped for the world--now for it. I'm in a deuced fright, Dartmore;" and so saying, and inwardly chuckling at the universal pleasure depicted in the countenances of Calton and the by-standers, who were all rejoiced at the idea of the "dandy being drubbed," I took the stick, and pretended great awkwardness, and lack of grace in the position I chose. Calton placed himself in the most scientific attitude, assuming at the same time an air of hauteur and nonchalance, which seemed to call for the admiration it met. "Do we make hard hitting?" said I. "Oh! by all means," answered Calton, eagerly. "Well," said I, settling on my own chapeau, "had not you better put on your hat?" |
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