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That evening Montague was surprised to receive at the Beargarden a note from Mr Melmotte, which had been brought thither by a messenger from the city, who had expected to have an immediate answer, as though Montague lived at the club. 'DEAR SIR, said the letter, If not inconvenient would you call on me in Grosvenor Square to-morrow, Sunday, at half past eleven.
Just at this moment things at the Beargarden were not well managed. They were indeed so ill managed that Paul never received that letter, which would have had for him charms greater than those of any letter ever before written. 'This is a terrible business, said Fisker, immediately on entering the room in which Montague was waiting him.
Tifto, having seen his horse conveyed to Epsom, had come up to London in order that he might dine with his partner and hear what was being said about the race at the Beargarden. The party dining there consisted of Silverbridge, Dolly Longstaff, Popplecourt, and Tifto. Nidderdale was to have joined them, but he told them on the day before, with a sigh, that domestic duties were too strong for him.
'If Solomon, Solon, and the Archbishop of Canterbury were rolled into one, they couldn't have spoken with more wisdom, said Mr Lupton. 'Live and learn, continued the young lord. 'I don't think anybody has liked the Beargarden so much as I have, but I shall never try this kind of thing again. I shall begin reading blue books to-morrow, and shall dine at the Carlton.
Nine hours afterwards the same two men, with two others of whom young Lord Grasslough, Dolly Longestaffe's peculiar aversion, was one were just rising from a card-table in one of the upstairs rooms of the club. For it was understood that, though the Beargarden was not to be open before three o'clock in the afternoon, the accommodation denied during the day was to be given freely during the night.
He assented, therefore, to the proposition made by Mr Broune, was duly introduced to the Rev. Septimus Blake, and, as he spent his last sovereign on a last dinner at the Beargarden, explained his intentions for the immediate future to those friends at his club who would no doubt mourn his departure. Mr Blake and Mr Broune between them did not allow the grass to grow under their feet.
There was a train which left Cambridge at an early hour, and would bring him into London in time to accompany his friends to the race-course; and another train, a special, which would take him down after dinner, so that he and others should reach Cambridge before the college gates were shut. The dinner at the Beargarden was very joyous.
It seemed to him that Captain Green counselled him to put up with that, but counselled him at the same time to pick up some of his friend's money. He didn't think that he could ask Lord Silverbridge for a salary he who was a Master of Fox-hounds, and a member of the Beargarden. Then his friend had suggested something about the young lord's bets.
But we are not always quite up to time." "No; indeed you are not. Perhaps you sit late at the House." "Sometimes I do," said the young member, with a feeling almost akin to shame as he remembered all the hours spent at the Beargarden. "I have had Gerald there in the Gallery sometimes. It is just as well he should know what is being done." "Quite as well."
It was called the Beargarden, and had been lately opened with the express view of combining parsimony with profligacy. Clubs were ruined, so said certain young parsimonious profligates, by providing comforts for old fogies who paid little or nothing but their subscriptions, and took out by their mere presence three times as much as they gave.
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