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Updated: May 10, 2025
"Another commission," said Jerry: "a tax upon light. Billy Pitt has the best right to it." A second glass of grog was poured out, and the bribe disappeared down Mr Byfield's gullet. "Now we'll put the light out," said one of the oldsters, covering the candlestick with a hat. "If you will put your candle into my lantern," observed the obsequious master-at-arms, "I can then report the lights out.
We had been ascending steadily, and Byfield's English thermometer stood at thirteen degrees. I borrowed from the heap a thicker overcoat, in the pocket of which I was lucky enough to find a pair of furred gloves; and leaned over for another look below, still with a corner of my eye for the aëronaut, who stood biting his nails, as far from me as the car allowed.
Mathers. By the same rule I may say without offence, By no means let any people say, that you go by no measures in your conduct, but Mr. Byfield's and Mr. Hist. Leverett, on the contrary, now reached his zenith; from the house he passed into the council and became one of Dudley's most trusted advisers.
It was Byfield's balloon the monster Lunardi in process of inflation. "Confound Byfield!" I ejaculated in my haste. "Who is Byfield?" "An aëronaut, my dear, of bilious humour; which no doubt accounts for his owning a balloon striped alternately with liver-colour and pale blue, and for his arranging it and a brass band in the very line of my escape. That man dogs me like fate." I broke off sharply.
He then added: "By the same rule, I may say without offence, by no means let any people say that you go by no measures in your conduct but Mr. Byfield's and Mr. Leverett's. This I speak, not from any personal prejudice against the gentlemen, but from a due consideration of the disposition of the people, and as a service to your Excellency."
And so the vision fleeted, and Byfield's language claimed attention. The man took the whole vocabulary of British profanity at a rush, and swore himself to a standstill. As he paused for second wind I struck in: "Mr. Byfield, you open the wrong valve. We drift, as you say, towards nay, over the open sea.
But to my unspeakable relief the Lunardi floated upwards, and continued to float, almost without a tremor. Only by reading the barometer, or by casting scraps of paper overboard, could we tell that the machine moved at all. Now and again we revolved slowly: so Byfield's compass informed us, but for ourselves we had never guessed it.
Byfield's complexion had grown streaky as his balloon; and with colours not so very dissimilar. I had stabbed upon his vital self-conceit, and the man was really hurt. "You must give me time," he stammered. "By all means." I knew he was beaten. But only the poorness of my case excused me, and I had no affection for the weapons used. I turned with relief to the others.
The crew of one lowered a boat to pursue; we were half a mile away before it touched the water. Should we clear the town? At Byfield's orders we stripped off our overcoats and stood ready to lighten ship; but seeing that the deflected wind in the estuary was carrying us towards the suburbs and the harbour's mouth, he changed his mind. "It is devil or deep sea," he announced.
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