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Yes, I should decidedly like to be Gaddy. MACKESY. He'll go Home after he's married, and send in his papers see if he doesn't. BLAYNE. Why shouldn't he? Hasn't he money? Would any one of us be here if we weren't paupers? DOONE. Poor old pauper! What has became of the six hundred you rooked from our table last month? BLAYNE. It took unto itself wings.
ANTHONY. 'Shouldn't be a bit surprised if he went off to Naini to explain. He's an unaccountable sort of man, and she's likely to be a more than unaccountable woman. DOONE. What makes you take her character away so confidently? ANTHONY. Primum tempus. Gaddy was her first, and a woman doesn't allow her first man to drop away without expostulation.
Gaddy, the little dicky-birds have been billing and cooing for ever so long; and I'm here! Most awf'ly good of you. 'Don't know what I should do without you. On my soul, I don't. 'Haven't slept a wink all night. CAPT. M. I didn't get in till half-past eleven. 'Had a look at you then, and you seemed to be sleeping as soundly as a condemned criminal.
"And just as the gaddy hovers about and stings the horse, which is all unable to escape from its tiny enemy; so round the heavy galleons and unwieldy ships of Spain the light English vessels, commanded by able and experienced seamen, hovered with the utmost freedom.
BLAYNE. That's just what he would do, damn him. Oh! I say, Anthony, you pretend to know everything. Have you heard about Gaddy? ANTHONY. No. Divorce Court at last? BLAYNE. Worse. He's engaged! ANTHONY. How much? He can't be! BLAYNE. He is. He's going to be married in a few weeks. Markyn told me at the Judge's this evening. It's pukka. ANTHONY. You don't say so? Holy Moses!
'The Voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest marriage day, The primal marriage-blessing, It hath not passed away. He is looking well. 'Didn't think he had it in him. CAPT. G. How long does this hymn go on for? CAPT. M. It will be over directly. Hold on, Gaddy, and think o' the Regiment. CAPT. M. My Sainted Mother! The last stage of collapse!
MACKESY. Nonsense. That business was knocked on the head last season. Why, young Mallard ANTHONY. Mallard was a candlestick, paraded as such. Think awhile. Recollect last season and the talk then. Mallard or no Mallard, did Gaddy ever talk to any other woman? CURTISS. There's something in that. It was slightly noticeable now you come to mention it. But she's at Naini Tal and he's at Simla.
BLAYNE. Gaddy has money lucky devil. Place at Home, too. DOONE. He comes of first-class stock. No offence to you, Blayne. But Gaddy was such a superior animal as a rule. Why didn't he go Home and pick his wife there? MACKESY. They are all alike when they come to the turn into the straight. About thirty a man begins to get sick of living alone
CURTISS. Gaddy may thank his luck that the Pink Hussars are all detachment and no headquarters this hot weather, or he'd be torn from the arms of his love as sure as death. Have you ever noticed the thorough-minded way British Cavalry take to cholera? It's because they are so expensive. If the Pinks had stood fast here, they would have been out in camp a month ago.
CAPT. G. Oh you will, will you? Get round, you brute-you hog-you beast! Get round! Wrenches horse's head over, nearly breaking lower jaw; swings himself into saddle, and sends home both spurs in the midst of a spattering gale of Best Patna. CAPT. M. For your life and your love ride, Gaddy! And God bless you!
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