Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers
Is fraught with some Danger to Miss Nickleby’s
Peace of Mind.
The place was a handsome suite of private apartments in
Regent Street; the time was three o’clock in the afternoon
to the dull and plodding, and the first hour of morning to
the gay and spirited; the persons were Lord Frederick Verisopht,
and his friend Sir Mulberry Hawk.
These distinguished gentlemen were reclining listlessly on a
couple of sofas, with a table between them, on which were
scattered in rich confusion the materials of an untasted breakfast.
Newspapers lay strewn about the room, but these, like the meal,
were neglected and unnoticed; not, however, because any flow of
conversation prevented the attractions of the journals from being
called into request, for not a word was exchanged between the
two, nor was any sound uttered, save when one, in tossing about to
find an easier resting-place for his aching head, uttered an
exclamation of impatience, and seemed for a moment to
communicate a new restlessness to his companion.
These appearances would in themselves have furnished a
pretty strong clue to the extent of the debauch of the previous
night, even if there had not been other indications of the
amusements in which it had been passed. A couple of billiard
balls, all mud and dirt, two battered hats, a champagne bottle with
a soiled glove twisted round the neck, to allow of its being grasped
more surely in its capacity of an offensive weapon; a broken cane;