Rodney Stone

Chapter 8 - The Brighton Road

Chapter

8

The Brighton RoadMy uncle and I were up betimes next morning, but he was much out of temper, for no news had been heard of his valet Ambrose. He had indeed become like one of those ants of which I have read, who are so accustomed to be fed by smaller ants that when they are left to themselves they die of hunger. It was only by the aid of a man whom the landlord procured, and of Fox’s valet, who had been sent expressly across, that his toilet was at last performed.

“I must win this race, nephew,” said he, when he had finished breakfast; “I can’t afford to be beat. Look out of the window and see if the Lades are there.”

“I see a red four-in-hand in the square, and there is a crowd round it. Yes, I see the lady upon the box seat.”

“Is our tandem out?”

“It is at the door.”

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