"
"Then I'm in error."
"No you're not. I was the Colonel once; then I became the Count by way of
loan; and then I came here--as he said by mistake."
"Why, my dear fellow, I'm delighted to speak to you. How did you wear?"
"So-so."
"When I first saw you, I thought you the handsomest Petersham in town.
Your velvet collar, cuffs, and side-pockets, were superb; and when you
were the Colonel, upon my life you were the sweetest cut thing about the
waist and tails I ever walked with."
"You flatter me."
"Upon my honour, no."
"Well, I can return the compliment; for a blue, with chased buttons and
silk lining, you beat anything I ever had the honour of meeting. But I
suppose, as you are here, you are not the Cornet now?"
"Alas! no."
"May I ask why?"
"Certainly. His scoundrel of a valet disgraced his master's cloth and me
at the same time. The villain went to the Lowther Arcade--took me with him
by force. Fancy my agony; literally accessory to handing ices to
milliners' apprentices and staymakers; and when the wretch commenced
quadrilling it, he dos-a-dos'd me up against a fat soap-boiler's wife, in
filthy three-turned-and-dyed common satin.
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