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In the meantime, the old gentlemen of the club were in a thrilling suspense, and that not altogether disagreeable state of horror in which men chew the cud of bitter fancy over other men's catastrophes. After about ten minutes in came young Spaight. 'Well, said the colonel, 'is Cluffe safe or eh? 'Cluffe's safe only half drowned; but poor Puddock's lost. 'What! 'Drowned, I'm afraid.
'To-morrow I turn over a new leaf; and he caught himself repeating Puddock's snatch of Macbeth, 'To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow. Devereux looked out, leaning on the window-sash. All was quiet now, as if the rattle of a carriage had never disturbed the serene cold night. The town had gone to bed, and you could hear the sigh of the river across the field.
But at this critical moment, O'Flaherty, much to Puddock's disgust, suddenly stopped, and got into the old stooping posture, making an appalling grimace in what looked like an endeavour to swallow, not only his under lip, but his chin also.
'And a I say, Puddock Lieutenant O'Flaherty, I thought I I thought, d'ye see, just now, eh? 'He was very ill, indeed, this afternoon, general; a sudden attack The general looked quickly at Puddock's plump, consequential face; but there was no further light in it.
The door can't fasten, divil bother it; come into the next room; and toppling a little in his walk, he led him solemnly into his bed-room the door of which he locked somewhat to Puddock's disquietude, who began to think him insane.
'I have them all except two three, murmured the thoughtful Puddock when he had read over the list of ingredients. These, however, he got from Toole, close at hand, and with a little silver grater and a pretty little agate pocket pestle and mortar an heirloom derived from poor Aunt Bell he made a wonderful powder; 'nutmeg and ginger, cinnamon and cloves, as the song says, and every other stinging product of nature and chemistry which the author of this famous family 'purge for the head' could bring to remembrance; and certainly it was potent. With this the cartridges were loaded, the ends tied up, and O'Flaherty, placed behind a table on which stood a basin, commenced the serious operation, under Puddock's directions, by introducing a bag at each side of his mouth, which as a man of honour, he was bound to retain there until Puddock had had his morning's tête-
The action of Puddock's recipe was such as to make his share in the little complimentary conversation that ensued very indistinct, and to oblige him, to his disgrace and despair, when the poor fellow tried a smile, actually to apply his towel hastily to his mouth.
'I see you want to go, Lieutenant Puddock Lieutenant O'Flaherty, I promised to dance this country dance with you; don't let me keep you, Ensign Puddock, said Miss Mag in a huff, observing little Puddock's wandering eye and thoughts.
Irons rebelled in her bed, and refused peremptorily to get up again, to furnish the musical topers with rum and lemons, and Puddock, having studied his watch I'm bound to say with a slight hiccough and supernatural solemnity for about five minutes, satisfied himself it was nearly one o'clock, and took an affecting, though soldier-like leave of his comrade, who, however, lent him his arm down the stairs, which were rather steep; and having with difficulty dissuaded him from walking into the clock, the door of which was ajar, thought it his duty to see the gallant little lieutenant home to his lodgings; and so in the morning good little Puddock's head ached.
White and stern was the face which he turned upward for a moment to the sky. He paused for a second in the ray of candle-light that gleamed through Puddock's window-shutter, and glanced on the pale dial of his large gold watch. It was only half-past eight o'clock. He walked on, glancing back over his shoulder, along the Dublin road. 'The drunken beast.
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