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As we daily looked for a war with France, our settlements on that coast were in some degree armed. Lord Pigot, then Governor of Madras, Lord Pigot, the preserver and the victim of the British dominion in Asia, detached such of the Company's force as could he collected and spared, and such of his Majesty's ships as were on that station, to the assistance of Calcutta.
The attitude of the Calcutta committee was described by Clive in a letter to his friend Pigot in the following terms: "I am sorry to say that the loss of private property and the means of recovering it seem to be the only objects which take up the thoughts of the Bengal gentlemen.
The tale has been told in a previous chapter, that Lord Pigot was arrested by his Councillors, with whom he had quarrelled, and that he died in confinement in the Garden House. The reader has yet to be told how the Garden House was finally transformed into the Government House that we see to-day. In 1798 Lord Clive, son of the great Robert Clive, was sent out to India as Governor of Madras.
On entering the cabin, I found Captain Pigot sitting over his wine, with the first lieutenant seated on the opposite side of the table. When I entered the apartment Mr Reid was leaning across the table, talking to his superior in a low earnest tone of voice, but upon my entrance the conversation abruptly ceased.
Lady Hotham was kind enough to take me a drive, and we dined with them a very pleasant party. I picked up some anecdotes of the latter siege. Make another pilgrimage, escorted by Captain Pigot and several of his officers. See ante, vol. i. p. 253, note. Lasting from 21st June 1779 to 6th February 1783. Compare the reflection of the Chevalier d'Arcon, the contriver of the floating batteries.
After the war he did great things for the development of Madras; and when he resigned office at the age of forty-five and went to England, the strenuous upholder of British honour in the East was rewarded with an Irish peerage. Well would it have been for Lord Pigot if he had settled down for good on his Irish estate!
He started just as soon as he got his Pigot story written, and he ought to be back almost any time. Is there a message I can give him?" "Yes tell him Pigot is at the Twenty-third Street station, and that he'd better come up as soon as he can." "Very good. I'll give him the message the moment he comes in." "Thank you," I said, but the disappointment was a bitter one.
But some day I shall get him every pitcher to the well goes once too often. There is no hope of finding him here in New York?" "I am afraid not," said Godfrey. "Don't be too sure of that!" broke in Grady ponderously. "I ain't done yet not by no manner of means!" "Pardon me for not introducing you, M. Pigot," said Godfrey. "This gentleman is Mr.
"There were certain details," I added, "which I supposed were known to no one except myself and two other persons and yet M. Pigot knew them. Then again, how did he know so certainly just how the mechanism worked? How did he know which roll of cotton contained that Mazarin diamond? You will remember he told us what was in that roll before he opened it."
Captain Pigot turned absolutely livid with fury; he was white even to the lips; his eyes literally blazed like those of a savage animal about to spring upon its prey; his hands were tightly clenched; and, for a moment, I felt that he would strike me.
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