05/07/98: Here, take my sword, Charles

Posted By: Richard Brinsley Sheridan


Oh, I did manage to break the blade, didn't I? Shouldn't have tried to parry that tree, but I could have sworn it was some threatening lout in our path. Well, you know what the bottle does to one's perceptions. But it's a pleasure to see you - Georgiana said that we'd find you here - is that champagne you and Burke (good evening, Mr. Burke! Up late, aren't you?) are sharing? You know, it's remarkable what kind of thirst a man can work up in the midst of riot. Thank you, I'd be only too pleased to raise the glass with you. Excellent vintage, Charles - should know that your uncle would have the best of all things French.

By the way, is that Lord North's home that lies midway between Devonshire House and here? All those windows - it was just too tempting, particularly with the loose cobblestones lying so conveniently by. Oh, don't be so shocked, Burke - the man can afford it, after all, in spite of the taxes on glass that he levied. Besides, I assumed an Irish accent and told him - he was up on his roof - that I was you, paying him back for his monumental mismanagement of the American negotiations.

Joking, Mr. Burke, joking! It's a good thing I'm here, Charles - you must have been longing for a bit of levity. I suppose Burke hasn't allowed you any sport. That's quite a crowd milling outside the gates, isn't it? What do you say, my fellow Honourable Member - shall we venture out and make an address? What if we tell them that Shelburne's house is unguarded and that they don't call him the Jesuit of Berkeley Square for nothing?


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