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One
gusty
,
raw
day
at
the
end
of
April
--
the
rain
whipping
the
pavement
of
that
ancient
street
where
the
old
Slaughters
'
Coffee-house
was
once
situated
--
George
Osborne
came
into
the
coffee-room
,
looking
very
haggard
and
pale
;
although
dressed
rather
smartly
in
a
blue
coat
and
brass
buttons
,
and
a
neat
buff
waistcoat
of
the
fashion
of
those
days
.
Here
was
his
friend
Captain
Dobbin
,
in
blue
and
brass
too
,
having
abandoned
the
military
frock
and
French-grey
trousers
,
which
were
the
usual
coverings
of
his
lanky
person
.
Dobbin
had
been
in
the
coffee-room
for
an
hour
or
more
.
He
had
tried
all
the
papers
,
but
could
not
read
them
.
He
had
looked
at
the
clock
many
scores
of
times
;
and
at
the
street
,
where
the
rain
was
pattering
down
,
and
the
people
as
they
clinked
by
in
pattens
,
left
long
reflections
on
the
shining
stone
:
he
tattooed
at
the
table
:
he
bit
his
nails
most
completely
,
and
nearly
to
the
quick
(
he
was
accustomed
to
ornament
his
great
big
hands
in
this
way
)
:
he
balanced
the
tea-spoon
dexterously
on
the
milk
jug
:
upset
it
,
&
c.
,
&
c.
;
and
in
fact
showed
those
signs
of
disquietude
,
and
practised
those
desperate
attempts
at
amusement
,
which
men
are
accustomed
to
employ
when
very
anxious
,
and
expectant
,
and
perturbed
in
mind
.
Some
of
his
comrades
,
gentlemen
who
used
the
room
,
joked
him
about
the
splendour
of
his
costume
and
his
agitation
of
manner
.
One
asked
him
if
he
was
going
to
be
married
?
Dobbin
laughed
,
and
said
he
would
send
his
acquaintance
(
Major
Wagstaff
of
the
Engineers
)
a
piece
of
cake
when
that
event
took
place
.
At
length
Captain
Osborne
made
his
appearance
,
very
smartly
dressed
,
but
very
pale
and
agitated
as
we
have
said
.
He
wiped
his
pale
face
with
a
large
yellow
bandanna
pocket-handkerchief
that
was
prodigiously
scented
.
He
shook
hands
with
Dobbin
,
looked
at
the
clock
,
and
told
John
,
the
waiter
,
to
bring
him
some
curacao
.
Of
this
cordial
he
swallowed
off
a
couple
of
glasses
with
nervous
eagerness
.
His
friend
asked
with
some
interest
about
his
health
.
"
Could
n't
get
a
wink
of
sleep
till
daylight
,
Dob
,
"
said
he
.
"
Infernal
headache
and
fever
.
Got
up
at
nine
,
and
went
down
to
the
Hummums
for
a
bath
.
I
say
,
Dob
,
I
feel
just
as
I
did
on
the
morning
I
went
out
with
Rocket
at
Quebec
.
"
"
So
do
I
,
"
William
responded
.
"
I
was
a
deuced
deal
more
nervous
than
you
were
that
morning
.
You
made
a
famous
breakfast
,
I
remember
.
Eat
something
now
.
"
"
You
're
a
good
old
fellow
,
Will
.
I
'll
drink
your
health
,
old
boy
,
and
farewell
to
--
"
"
No
,
no
;
two
glasses
are
enough
,
"
Dobbin
interrupted
him
.
"
Here
,
take
away
the
liqueurs
,
John
.
Have
some
cayenne-pepper
with
your
fowl
.
Make
haste
though
,
for
it
is
time
we
were
there
.
"
It
was
about
half
an
hour
from
twelve
when
this
brief
meeting
and
colloquy
took
place
between
the
two
captains
.
A
coach
,
into
which
Captain
Osborne
's
servant
put
his
master
's
desk
and
dressing-case
,
had
been
in
waiting
for
some
time
;
and
into
this
the
two
gentlemen
hurried
under
an
umbrella
,
and
the
valet
mounted
on
the
box
,
cursing
the
rain
and
the
dampness
of
the
coachman
who
was
steaming
beside
him
.
"
We
shall
find
a
better
trap
than
this
at
the
church-door
,
"
says
he
;
"
that
's
a
comfort
.
"
And
the
carriage
drove
on
,
taking
the
road
down
Piccadilly
,
where
Apsley
House
and
St.
