"You found my cheque all right at the agent's?" George said, with a knowing air.
"All right, my boy," Rawdon answered. "Happy to give you your revenge. Governor come round?"
"Not yet," said George, "but he will; and you know I've some private fortune through my mother. Has Aunty relented?"
"Sent me twenty pound, damned old screw. When shall we have a meet? The General dines out on Tuesday. Can 't you come Tuesday? I say, make Sedley cut off his moustache. What the devil does a civilian mean with a moustache and those infernal frogs to his coat. By-bye. Try and come on Tuesday;" and Rawdon was going off with two brilliant young gentlemen of fashion, who were, like himself, on the staff of a general officer.
George was only half pleased to be asked to dinner on that particular day when the General was not to dine. "I will go in and pay my respects to your wife," said he; at which Rawdon said, "Hm, as you please," looking very glum, and at which the two young officers exchanged knowing glances. George parted from them, and strutted down the lobby to the General's box, the number of which he had carefully counted.
"Entrez" said a clear little voice, and our friend found himself in Rebecca's presence who jumped up, clapped her hands together, and held out both of them to George, so charmed was she to see him. The General, with the orders in his button, stared at the new comer with a sulky scowl, as much as to say, who the devil are you?
"My dear Captain George!" cried little Rebecca in an ecstacy. "How good of you to come. The General and I were moping together téte-à-téte. General, this is my Captain George of whom you heard me talk."
"Indeed," said the General, with a very small bow, "of what regiment is Captain George?"
George mentioned the —th: how he wished he could have said it was a crack cavalry corps.
"Come home lately from the West Indies, I believe. Not seen much service in the late war. Quartered here, Captain George?"—the General went on with killing haughtiness.
"Not Captain George, you stupid man; Captain Osborne," Rebecca said. The General all the while was looking savagely from one to the other.
"Captain Osborne, indeed! Any relation to the L— Osbornes?"
"We bear the same arms," George said, as indeed was the fact; Mr. Osborne having consulted with a herald in Long Acre, and picked the L— arms out of the peerage, when he set up his carriage fifteen years before.
The General made no reply to this announcement; but took up his opera-glass—the double-barrelled lorgnon was not invented in those days—and pretended to examine the house; but Rebecca saw that his disengaged eye was working round in her direction, and shooting out blood-shot glances at her and George.
She redoubled in cordiality. "How is dearest Amelia? But I needn't ask: how pretty she looks! And who is that nice good-natured looking creature with her—a flame of yours? O, you wicked men! And there
