Charles O'Malley, the Irish dragoon . the meaning of the announcement you ve justput up in the coffee-room ? Where did it come from ? Most important news, sir; exclusively in the columnsof the Bristol Telegraph, — the gentleman has just ar-rived — Who, pray ? What gentleman ? Mr. Free, sir, No. 13 —large bed-room — blue damask —supper for two — oysters — a devil — brandy-and-water —mulled port. What the devil do you mean ? Is the fellow atsupper ? Somewhat shocked by the tone I ventured to assumetowards the illustrious narrator, the waiter merely bowedhis reply. Show me to his room, said Ij I
Charles O'Malley, the Irish dragoon . the meaning of the announcement you ve justput up in the coffee-room ? Where did it come from ? Most important news, sir; exclusively in the columnsof the Bristol Telegraph, — the gentleman has just ar-rived — Who, pray ? What gentleman ? Mr. Free, sir, No. 13 —large bed-room — blue damask —supper for two — oysters — a devil — brandy-and-water —mulled port. What the devil do you mean ? Is the fellow atsupper ? Somewhat shocked by the tone I ventured to assumetowards the illustrious narrator, the waiter merely bowedhis reply. Show me to his room, said Ij I should like to see him. 510 CHARLES OMALLEY. Follow me, if you please, sir, — this way, What nameshall I say, sir ? You need not mind announcing me, — Im an old ac-quaintance,— just show me the room. I beg pardon, sir, but Mr. Meekins, the editor of theTelegraph,is engaged AVith him at present; and positiveorders are given not to suffer any interruption. < No matter; do as I bid you. Is that it ? Oh, I hear. his voice. There, that will do. You may go down-stairs,Ill introduce myself. So saying, and slipping a crown into the waiters hand,I proceeded cautiously towards the door, and opened itstealthily. My caution was, however, needless ; for a largescreen was drawn across this part of the room, completelyconcealing the door, closing which behind me, I took myplace beneath the shelter of this ambuscade, determined onno account to be perceived by the parties. Seated in a large arm-chair, a smoking tumbler of mulled THE BELL AT BRISTOL. 311 port before him, sat my friend Mike, dressed in my fullregimentals, even to the helmet, which, unfortunately how-ever for the effect, he had put on back foremost; a short dudeen graced his lip, and the trumpet so frequentlyalluded to lay near him. Opposite him sat a short, puny, round-faced little gen-tleman with rolling eyes and a turned-up nose. Numeroussheets of paper, pens, etc., lay scattered about; and heevinced,
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