We understood that his lordship, Mosha de Carwell, was main bad.
Ha, sir, we shall all feel his loss, poor, dear, noble gentleman;
and I'm sure nobody more polite! They do say, sir, his wealth is
enormous, and before the Revolution, quite a prince in his own
country! But I beg your pardon, sir; 'ow I do run on, to be sure;
and doubtless all beknown to you already! For you do resemble the
family, sir. I should have known you anywheres by the likeness to
the dear viscount. Ha, poor gentleman, he must 'ave a 'eavy 'eart
these days.'
In the same place I saw out of the inn-windows a man-servant
passing in the livery of my house, which you are to think I had
never before seen worn, or not that I could remember. I had often
enough, indeed, pictured myself advanced to be a Marshal, a Duke of
the Empire, a Grand Cross of the Legion of Honour, and some other
kickshaws of the kind, with a perfect rout of flunkeys correctly
dressed in my own colours. But it is one thing to imagine, and
another to see; it would be one thing to have these liveries in a
house of my own in Paris--it was quite another to find them
flaunting in the heart of hostile England; and I fear I should have
made a fool of myself, if the man had not been on the other side of
the street, and I at a one-pane window.
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