Mr. Beamish, my adversary, he described as a morose, fire-eating southern, that evidently longed for an "affair" with a military man, then considered a circumstance of some eclat in the south; his second, the doctor, on the contrary, was by far "the best of the cut-throats," a most amusing little personage, full of his own importance, and profuse in his legends of his own doings in love and war, and evidently disposed to take the pleasing side of every occurrence in life; they both agreed in but one point-a firm and fixed resolve to give no explanation of the quarrel with me.
"The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer, Complete"
Charles James Lever (1806-1872)
I suppose my exit was additionally ludicrous, for a new eclat de rire followed me out.
"The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer, Complete"
Charles James Lever (1806-1872)
Our evening parties were the most recherche things going, and if I were capable of partaking of any pleasure in the eclat, I had my share, having won all the pigeon matches in the Bois de Boulegard, and beat Lord Henry Seymour himself in a steeple chase.
"The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer, Complete"
Charles James Lever (1806-1872)