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 to remedy, anything to suggest? I think we can do little else with the cravat?"

"It would be passed by Mister Brummel himself."

"Then we are ready, are we? Au revoir, therefore, my estimable friend! Keep your spirits up, and don't forge my name to a check in my absence!" With which piece of jocular raillery Captain Tuffton, the military lady-killer, swaggered out of the room, swinging the red-tasselled cane, and humming in well-modulated tenor a Spanish love song in very bad Spanish; but that didn't matter, as nobody was any the wiser, and literally tripping into Watchbell Street, he approached the little white front door behind which were waiting three good people, preparing a most superb ambuscade for the insufferable captain to walk into, an ambuscade that was going to very effectually put an end to the military swagger of this scent-breathing officer. He rang the bell languidly, little thinking it a tocsin of battle and of sudden death.