Vanity Fair - Page 457/573

"Go down and order some breakfast," he said to his man in a loud

cheerful voice. "What'll you have, Crawley? Some devilled kidneys and

a herring--let's say. And, Clay, lay out some dressing things for the

Colonel: we were always pretty much of a size, Rawdon, my boy, and

neither of us ride so light as we did when we first entered the corps."

With which, and leaving the Colonel to dress himself, Macmurdo turned

round towards the wall, and resumed the perusal of Bell's Life, until

such time as his friend's toilette was complete and he was at liberty

to commence his own.

This, as he was about to meet a lord, Captain Macmurdo performed with

particular care. He waxed his mustachios into a state of brilliant

polish and put on a tight cravat and a trim buff waistcoat, so that all

the young officers in the mess-room, whither Crawley had preceded his

friend, complimented Mac on his appearance at breakfast and asked if he

was going to be married that Sunday.