Vanity Fair - Page 222/573

The Captain continued that deleterious amusement of smoking, long after

the inn and the street were gone to bed. He watched the lights vanish

from George's sitting-room windows, and shine out in the bedroom close

at hand. It was almost morning when he returned to his own quarters.

He could hear the cheering from the ships in the river, where the

transports were already taking in their cargoes preparatory to dropping

down the Thames.