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Captain Seedeybuck had on a spruce swallow-tailed green coat of Sir Harry's, a pair of old tweed trousers of his own, thrust into long chamois-leather opera-boots, with red morocco tops, giving the whole a very unique and novel appearance. Mr.
Commissioner Fonblanque's court, that that worthy legal luminary, on discharging him for the fifth time, said to him, with a very significant shake of the head, 'You'd better not come here again, sir. Seedeybuck, being of the same opinion, had since fastened himself on to Sir Harry Scattercash, who found him in meat, drink, washing, and lodging.
The first person who spied his note to Sir Harry Scattercash was Captain Seedeybuck, who, going into the drawing-room, the day after Mr. Sponge's visit, to look for the top of his cigar-case, saw it occupying the centre of the mantelpiece. Having mastered its contents, the Captain refolded and placed it where he found it, with the simple observation to himself of 'That cock won't fight.
'Who can lend me a coat? asked Captain Seedeybuck, examining the skirts of a much frayed invisible-green surtout. 'A coat! replied Captain Quod; 'I can lend you a Joinville, if that will do as well, the captain feeling his own extensive one as he spoke. 'Hardly, said Seedeybuck, turning about to ask Sir Harry.
'Shockin', replied Seedeybuck, thinking how long he and his friend might have fattened there together. 'Do you know anything of this Mr. Sponge? asked Captain Quod, after a pause. 'Nothin', replied Seedeybuck, 'except what we saw of him here; but I'm sure he won't do. 'Well, I think not either, replied Quod; 'I didn't like his looks he seems quite one of the free-and-easy sort.
'No, I never, replied Captain Bouncey. 'He should be called Spooney Sponge, not Soapey Sponge, observed Captain Seedeybuck. 'Well, but to whom? asked Captain Bouncey. 'Ah, to whom indeed! That's the question, rejoined her ladyship archly. 'I know, observed Bob Spangles. 'No, you don't. 'Yes, I do. 'Who is it, then? demanded her ladyship.
Captain Seedeybuck seized her pretty little uplifted foot and vaulted her into the saddle as light as a cork. Taking the horse gently by the mouth, she gave him the slightest possible touch with the whip, and moved him about at will, instead of fretting and fighting him as the clumsy, heavy-handed Bugles had done.
'Don't know, replied Seedeybuck, twirling his moustache, 'don't know have a presentiment he won't. 'Sure to come! exclaimed Captain Bouncey, knocking the ashes off his cigar on to the fine Tournay carpet.
'That Bob don't cannon? observed Captain Bouncey from below the bandage that encircled his broken head, nodding towards Bob Spangles, who was just going to make a stroke. 'That Wax is out of limbo? suggested Captain Seedeybuck, in the same breath. 'No. Guess again! exclaimed Lady Scattercash, rubbing her hands in high glee. 'That the Pope's got a son? observed Captain Quod. 'No.
'Who says old brown boots comes? exclaimed Seedeybuck from the sofa. 'Who's that with his nasty nob on my fine satin sofa? asked the lady. 'Bob Spangles, replied Seedeybuck. 'Nothing of the sort, rejoined the lady; 'and I'll trouble you to get off. 'Can't I've got a bone in my leg, rejoined the captain.
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